Chapter 1060: Chapter 1060: That Familiar Agarwood Fragrance and Tobacco Scent Chapter 1060: Chapter 1060: That Familiar Agarwood Fragrance and Tobacco Scent Jasmine Yale was slightly startled and looked up with her bright eyes at the man in front of her.
She did not know the man.
But the things he ntioned, she could not be more familiar with.
Familiar to the bone, for her whole life.
They were Sylvan Cheney’s favorites.
Confusion flickered in Jasmine’s lustrous eyes as she steadily gazed at the man in front of her, sowhat lost in thought.
“I would like the lady herself to make it, thank you,” the man said with a smile, politely adding another sentence.
Make it herself?
Jasmine looked across the street at the black rcedes.
The car window was not raised, and the sunlight fell on the glass, reflecting a dazzling brightness.
She could not see the person in the car.
“Okay,” Jasmine nodded.
She turned around and bent down to prepare the breakfast with her own hands.
These breakfasts used to be made by Aunt Hurst; Jasmine could not cook, she only knew how to grind coffee.
Even with coffee grinding, she would initially make a ss of the kitchen.
Sylvan had particular tastes, was picky with food, and even his coffee demanded precision in brewing temperature and strength, with the beans needing to be freshly ground each ti.
It was precisely because she was accustod to Sylvan’s fussiness that the coffee she brewed at the bakery tasted the best.
Right now, she carefully prepared breakfast and ground the coffee beans.
Underneath her mask, only half of Jasmine’s face was visible, but her brows and eyes were elegant, beautiful, and refined.
“Sir, here’s your order.” Jasmine packed everything up and presented it with both hands.
“Our sir would like you to deliver it personally, in the car,” the man gestured invitingly.
Sir? In the car?
Jasmine beca even more convinced of the idea forming in her mind.
The man in the car was no one else but Sylvan Cheney.
He was in Cakago?
Jasmine knew his schedule was busy; without delving deeper, she nodded and walked across the street towards the car.
She had just reached the car and had not yet steadied herself when the rear car door suddenly opened.
A man in a black suit and white shirt sat in the back, his expression stern and solemn, and his facial features sharp and rigid.
There wasn’t a single wrinkle in his clothes, which were immaculately neat, down to the buttons that sparkled, carrying his signature aura.
Jasmine froze.
Sylvan Cheney turned his head to look at her.
Their eyes t, and surprise and astonishnt lded in the depths of Jasmine’s eyes.
She had not expected to et Sylvan here.
It had been almost two months since their last unpleasant encounter.
Back then, Landon was still in the throes of a scorching sumr.
As for him, there was no particular expression in his eyes, only calmness and silence, and his dark pupils rested on her face.
“Sir, your breakfast,” Jasmine ca back to her senses and handed him the breakfast.
Sir?
As she bent forward, Sylvan reached out and snatched off her mask!
“Hey!” Jasmine was stunned, and the breakfast in her hand fell to the ground.
Coffee spilled all over, and even the breakfast she had carefully prepared fell down.
Sylvan paid no attention to the breakfast, his gaze fixed solely on her face.
Her face was so close to his own.
On her was the faint scent of roses and her own distinctive body fragrance.
Sylvan pulled her wrist and yanked her into the car, and with a “bang,” he closed the car door.
A long-absent and passionate kiss landed on her lips.
Sylvan propped himself on the seat with one hand and cradled her face with the other.
He pried open her lips, besieged her defenses, his tall fra pressing down on her.
“Mmm…” Jasmine frowned, her small hands clutching the leather seat.
What was eroding her consciousness was his familiar scent of Agarwood Fragrance and tobacco.
The kiss was like a sudden downpour, intense and relentless.
The air was thick with entwined amorous fragrances, and the temperature inside the car soared suddenly.
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