"It’s nothing." Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
"In your eyes, is it only not a problem if it’s not life or death?" Jasmine Yale looked at him, "I was a bit impulsive this morning, sorry."
"Hm?" Sylvan Cheney squinted his eyes, "You can apologize to now?"
"You!" Jasmine Yale got angry, "I’m not unreasonable, the unreasonable one is you. You never talk to properly..."
She was a bit angry.
But even though she was angry, when she thought about what Joe Heath had said, her anger dissipated and was replaced by feeling sentintal.
The man in front of her acted as if nothing had happened, his face calm, his tone subdued, still the usual cold and aloof.
Did he look like a man going to jail?
Thinking of "going to jail," her heart couldn’t help but tremble, and when she looked at him again, there was a thin layer of mist in her eyes.
She couldn’t imagine Sylvan Cheney spending ten years in prison, such an elegant, proud man, how could he possibly be imprisoned.
The mist in her eyes was shallow, shimring under the light.
Sylvan Cheney actually laughed, "How have I not spoken properly to you? Asking you to have breakfast with as if it were a matter of life and death."
"Did you eat then?"
"No."
"!!!" Jasmine Yale was angry again, "You’re a patient, why don’t you eat properly? Is this how a patient behaves? When sick, everyone hopes to get better soon, to be healthy, but you are different from others, not cherishing your own health at all..."
Jasmine Yale got angry again.
She felt the man in front of her could be detestable sotis, easily provoking her emotions.
Probably it was her lack of strong will, he provoked her and she often got angry.
This was probably not her fault, after living together for twelve years, he knew her inside out.
"Did you buy the ticket to Cakago for tomorrow?" Sylvan Cheney looked at her and asked.
"I did, tomorrow morning I’ll go to the Cheney Residence to pick up my luggage."
"Um."
"Where have all the servants from the Cheney Residence gone? And what about Aunt Hurst? And Xiao Ya, Sunny and the others?" Jasmine Yale looked at his deep, cold face, trying to discern any emotion.
However, this man was always indifferent in his joy and anger, and he had gotten used to hiding his feelings.
"I bought a new villa, so naturally, the servants from the old Cheney Residence were dismissed." Sylvan Cheney spoke detachedly.
Jasmine Yale looked at him in disbelief, but he remained exceptionally calm.
He truly was keeping sothing from her, perfectly concealed.
"Mr. Cheney, if I fall gravely ill in Cakago, will you co to see ?"
"Haven’t we agreed that I wouldn’t co to find you again?" Sylvan Cheney said, "Besides, who curses themselves like that, hmm?"
His gaze was loaded with a hint of a smile, looking at Jasmine Yale as if the breeze was light, trivial.
Jasmine Yale tugged at the corner of her mouth, wanting to smile, but couldn’t.
"Sweet Kitty got fat and grew up, do you want to see him?" Jasmine Yale asked him.
"Just a cat, what’s there to see? I’m not interested in cats."
"It’s been over a year, he probably doesn’t recognize you anymore, he used to be quite affectionate towards you. But, no amount of affection can withstand the wear of ti, especially when you don’t think about him, don’t even want to see him; Sweet Kitty won’t like you anymore..."
"Just a cat, and you can make such long argunts about it."
"Sweet Kitty was a cat I picked up from the street, he looked quite pitiful when I brought him ho, his big watery eyes staring at , scared of everything, only daring to follow behind ."
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