Chapter 1150: Chapter 1150: You Wish You Never See Again in Your Life
Gradually, she wasn’t cold anymore, as her body temperature returned to normal.
She took the dicine and he just kept watching her.
Hiding dicine wasn’t sothing she hadn’t done before; once, he had caught her red-handed.
She was about eight or nine years old, had a cold in the winter, and refused to take her dicine, so she secretly hid it and then lied to him that she had taken it.
He thought she had taken it, but when the cold didn’t get better for a long ti, he beca suspicious.
There was this one ti when he deliberately left, only to see her bending over, sneakily throwing the dicine out of the window.
That way, she got caught by him, received a good scolding, and cried breathlessly.
She cried and promised him that she would never do such a bad thing again.
When she cried, he was helpless, all his resentnt dissipated, leaving only helplessness behind.
After that incident, she behaved a lot better.
Now when she took her dicine, he still habitually watched her.
Jasmine Yale felt uncomfortable under his gaze, “I won’t hide the dicine, I’m not a child anymore.”
She and he thought of the sa thing.
Both rembered the things from their childhood at the sa ti.
“Is not being a child sothing you can prove by standing outside for an hour? Do you know how cold it is outside? It is still going to cool down tonight,” Sylvan Cheney said coldly and sharply.
“I’m cold, don’t have the energy to talk to you.”
Jasmine Yale looked listless, clutching the blanket with both hands, her head down, spiritless.
It was really cold.
Many words ca to her lips, suddenly she had no energy to say them, only an endless chill remained.
“You still have the nerve to argue, do you even rember a word of advice I gave you?”
“Why didn’t you co back earlier? If you had, I wouldn’t have had to stand outside for so long,” Jasmine Yale angrily looked at him.
“You’re good at shifting bla, dare you own up to what you did, hmm?”
Jasmine Yale beca silent, sowhat lacking confidence.
She rolled the hot water bottle inside the blanket, flipping it back and forth, back and forth.
Sylvan Cheney was sowhat agitated; he did not feel cold, but rather a burning heat throughout his body.
He rolled up his sleeves to the elbows, gave her a cold look, and irritably fished out a cigarette from his pocket.
But since Jasmine Yale was there, he didn’t light it, just held it between his fingers.
Sylvan Cheney’s gaze stayed on her face, he saw how pale she was, listless and spiritless, her eyes also lacking much luster.
Jasmine Yale occasionally looked up, her gaze falling on his arm.
For so reason, she saw wounds on his arm too, not conspicuous, but they were there.
“Who asked you to co to Landon?”
“You are hurt?”
The two spoke at the sa ti.
Their eyes t, and sparks flew in the air, exploding like fireworks with a “bang.”
Sylvan Cheney frowned, “Answer .”
“To find you.”
“To find ? I don’t think you would take the initiative to see , you wish you could avoid for a lifeti.”
“I wish more than to avoid you for a lifeti, I want to flay you and drink your blood.”
Sylvan Cheney snorted coldly, “Go back to Cakago tomorrow.”
“There are so things I won’t leave without having cleared up,” Jasmine Yale said with the stubborn eyes of a young deer, looking at him, “You can put off over the phone, but face to face, do you still want to put off?”
“Really thinking highly of yourself.”
“I don’t think highly of myself, even if you kick out now, I have nothing to say. But before you kick out, there are so things I still need to clarify.”
“Jasmine Yale, I don’t know where you get the courage to question , don’t overstep your bounds here, roll back to Cakago tomorrow.”
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