Chapter 1471: Chapter 1471: Did Something Happen to Zaiden Santos?
"One idea a day." Sylvan Cheney bent down and kissed her on the lips.
Her lips still carried the fragrance of tea leaves, light and alluring.
Jasmine Yale took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck, rubbing her little head in the nape of his neck, leaving a moist, hot kiss on his neck and by his ear.
Her voice was slightly hoarse as she drew close and whispered in his ear, "Shall we?"
"Trying to please me?" Sylvan Cheney raised his eyebrows and looked at her, who was within arm’s reach.
The two were very close, practically cheek to cheek.
Jasmine Yale chuckled, her eyes curving into a smile: "Yes, to please the golden backer, ensuring food and drink aren’t a worry."
Sylvan Cheney leaned forward, pressing down on her lips to seal them with a kiss.
The passionate kiss spread across the sofa like spring water ripples, spreading in waves.
Jasmine Yale’s body quickly softened under his kisses, curling up in his arms like a lazy kitten, letting him hold her.
Her soft little hands caressed his waist, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.
However, after that kiss, Sylvan Cheney let her go.
There was no next step.
"Go entertain yourself, I need to work first, alright?" Sylvan Cheney coddled her.
Jasmine Yale nodded, disappointment in her eyes, but she still straightened her hair and sat up primly.
But unwilling to leave him, she clung on asking, "Can I sit beside you?"
"As you wish."
Jasmine Yale then refused to leave, sitting beside him with a warm cup of tea.
Sylvan Cheney worked beside her, and she watched him, occasionally flipping through a magazine.
Soon, Sylvan Cheney’s phone rang.
He put down the tablet, picked up the phone and walked to the window.
Jasmine Yale continued flipping through the fashion magazine in her hands, the magazine which Sylvan Cheney had brought for her, telling her to let him know if she liked anything in it.
The clothes and shoes in the magazine were all beautiful, but as long as they were gifts from Sylvan Cheney, she liked them all.
He knew her size and preferences like the back of his hand, easily picking things she liked.
She flipped through the fashion magazine for a while, then switched to a food magazine.
Sylvan Cheney was still on the phone, and faintly, she thought she heard the name Zaiden Santos.
Zaiden Santos?
Jasmine Yale’s hand paused, and she stopped turning the pages.
About five or six minutes later, Sylvan Cheney returned to the sofa with a deep expression, his eyes unfathomable.
He placed his phone on the table, seeming to ponder something, his facial expression inscrutable.
Jasmine Yale’s lips moved slightly, but she still asked, "Whose call was it?"
"A friend."
"Oh," Jasmine Yale said cautiously, "I heard Zaiden Santos’s name."
Sylvan Cheney remained silent, his expression grave.
"I didn’t mean to listen," she quickly waved her hand, "I don’t have the habit of eavesdropping on your calls. I’ve never done that since I’ve been with you. I just heard it unintentionally..."
"There’s nothing secretive in my calls, it doesn’t matter if you heard," Sylvan Cheney said.
"I know." Jasmine Yale moved closer to him. "Was it Zaiden’s call?"
"No, it was a call from Zaiden’s brother Evan Guerrero."
Jasmine Yale paused for a moment, sensing a bad premonition.
Seeing Sylvan Cheney’s continually somber face, which had been gloomy since the call, like the sky covered in thick clouds.
"Did something happen to Zaiden Santos?" Jasmine Yale asked straightforwardly.
Her premonition... might be right.
"It has nothing to do with you, it’s irrelevant. Don’t ask about it," Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.