I don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting when the hotel doorbell rang.
Jasmine Yale was dozing off, leaning on her palm, but when the doorbell rang, she jumped up and ran over wearing her slippers.
Outside the door stood Sylvan Cheney.
She was shorter than him, looking up, her big watery eyes fixating on him.
He had changed into a black overcoat, his brows and eyes still fierce and uninhibited, exuding an aura of arrogance, elegance, and a cold detachnt.
The orange light of the hotel cast on his face, softening the sharp angles of his features.
She looked at him, and he lowered his eyelids.
"I knew you would co," she leaned against the doorfra.
She felt imnsely favored that a simple text ssage summoned him here.
In Landon, this was a profound honor indeed.
Sylvan Cheney’s hands were in his coat pockets, standing a step away from her.
"Got sothing to tell ?" Sylvan looked at her.
"Yeah, co in," Jasmine Yale turned her head.
Sylvan didn’t say anything and followed her in.
She walked forward, intuitively unbuttoning his coat and hanging it on the coat rack.
A simple gesture, as mundane as it could be.
It was just the habit ford over the years.
Her room wasn’t big, filled with the llow scent of red wine and the fragrance of essential oils.
Sylvan Cheney sat down on a chair.
She walked to the table, handed him a poured glass of red wine, and took a sip from her own glass.
Sylvan took the wineglass and said indifferently, "I told you not to drink."
"Mr. Cheney, you’ve given the wedding gift; do you still need to monitor ?" Jasmine laughed, dimples shallow on her cheeks.
His words left Sylvan speechless.
"What did you want to tell ?"
"Did you get discharged today? Is the fever gone?"
"Speak directly." Sylvan’s brow furrowed, his sharp gaze sweeping over her face.
His eyes, as sharp as a hawk’s, still intimidated Jasmine, making her heart tremble.
As a child, she was afraid when he looked at her like this.
Because whenever she lied or did sothing wrong, such a stare from him would make her heart falter.
"It’s nothing much. I’m going back to Cakago tomorrow, and I won’t be coming back this ti. Mr. Cheney, is this our last eting?"
"Do you still have feelings for Landon?" Sylvan asked lightly.
"I’ve lived here for over a decade; it’s impossible to say I feel nothing. Did you know? Every place on the streets is filled with mories. Like this street. Do you rember taking here?"
Jasmine’s tone was calm, almost nonchalant.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, her cheeks were tinged with a faint blush.
She sat in front of him, leaning on her hand, her thoughts drifting.
Sylvan’s long fingers gently caressed the wineglass; he tilted his head slightly, "Hmm?"
"You don’t rember, right? I guessed you wouldn’t," Jasmine laughed naively, "You are always busy, it’s normal not to rember. This street didn’t use to have these tall buildings before; it was a small zoo with not many animals, but there was a pair of pandas, very cute."
"I had never seen pandas and really wanted to co see them, so I pestered you to bring ."
"You wouldn’t agree, but couldn’t withstand my nagging, and said if I scored full marks in my math final exam, you’d bring . Although it was easy to score full marks at that ti, I was bad at math, so you were really doing it on purpose," Jasmine’s lips twitched as she spoke.
Under the light, her slightly drunken appearance was quite endearing.
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