Chapter 1069: Chapter 1069: Between Them, Lies a Blood Debt Chapter 1069: Chapter 1069: Between Them, Lies a Blood Debt “It’s nothing valuable,” he said, pulling her out of the park without further explanation.
His car was indeed parked outside the park, covered in a layer of withered yellow leaves, which gave it a unique charm.
There was no driver, no assistant, just a car.
Sylvan handed her the umbrella and then opened the car door.
He took out a pink gift box and opened it in front of her.
It turned out to be a pink glass cup, adorned with beautiful cherry blossom petals.
“This is called a Four Seasons cup. When you fill it with water at different temperatures, the glass shows different colors and scenes, as if the seasons were changing. Cool water brings out cool tones, hot water brings out warm tones,” Sylvan explained to her, “I’ll put it in your backpack.”
After saying that, Sylvan opened her backpack and placed the box inside.
The cup wasn’t heavy.
Jasmine’s eyes shimred, her complexion montarily stunned.
Sylvan was unusually good-tempered today, and not as domineering as before. Even if she defied him, he seed to turn a blind eye.
“I know you like pink,” Sylvan’s voice was clear and magnetic, resonating gently by her ear.
Jasmine held Sweet Kitty in one arm and the umbrella in the other.
“You have always refused to accept my gifts, but Jasmine Yale, this is not the best way to sever ties,” Sylvan said calmly.
It was as if her little secret had been poked at, and Jasmine’s complexion changed slightly.
He did not ntion a word about the past between the Xinez Family and the Cheney Family.
If he hadn’t clearly told her before, she would have almost forgotten that between them, there stood a blood debt.
He didn’t bring it up, and she didn’t dare to either.
To him, that matter was ultimately an incurable wound.
He carefully zipped up her backpack for her.
After doing all this, he stood in front of her, “Will you go to dinner with at the restaurant?”
Jasmine shook her head, “The bakery owner will save so food for .”
“How much do you earn for a night’s part-ti work?”
“15 US dollars,” Jasmine replied truthfully, “On weekends, a full day can be higher. I can make 40 dollars a day.”
As she spoke of these things, Sylvan still saw excitent and joy in her eyes.
“It’s not much.”
“It’s not much, but the bakery owner is nice. She sotis offers a al and allows to bring Sweet Kitty over. Besides, I quite like this part-ti job.”
Jasmine was still happy.
Sylvan curled the corner of his mouth, staring at her face for a long ti.
Realizing he was looking at her and recognizing she had spoken a bit too much, she handed him the umbrella, “I need to go.”
She couldn’t fathom Sylvan’s temperant.
“Keep the umbrella. I’ll go by car,” Sylvan didn’t take it.
“But I don’t know how to return the umbrella to you later, and the gift… it’s for no reason…”
“They’re just so worthless things. Do you always have to quibble with ?” Sylvan repressed his emotions.
“Understood,” Jasmine said, not wanting to provoke his temper, “Goodbye then.”
She took his umbrella, turned around, and left with Sweet Kitty in her arms.
In the rainy mist and nightfall, her figure beca increasingly blurred, eventually blending into a small dot and disappearing.
And Sylvan did not get into his car for a long ti. In the rain, his hair and trench coat beca wet.
His deep gaze remained on the space in front of him, on her disappearing silhouette.
As Jasmine walked to the bakery, Sweet Kitty poked its head out from her arms, looking back at Sylvan.
Eventually, it too could no longer see Sylvan.
In its eyes, Sylvan was quite a sight.
Every ti he appeared, it couldn’t help but take a few more glances, shyly.
“ow ow—” Sweet Kitty called out restlessly twice.
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