Butler Santana thought Jasmine Yale was asking about another woman, because after all, girls are sowhat possessive about the one they like.
She hastened to explain: "Ordinary people don’t dare to co to Cheney Residence, usually just Mr. McIntosh, Miss Lilac Serval and the like co over; Mr. McIntosh is truly loyal to Mr. Cheney. This whole year he has not left Mr. Cheney’s side. Besides Miss Lilac Serval, no other won co here."
Jasmine Yale chuckled.
Butler Santana treated her like she was checking up on them.
That fox Sylvan Cheney, if he really wanted to have a romp with another woman, would never let Butler Santana know about it.
But judging from how he was tossing and turning with her last night, he really hasn’t had a woman in a long ti.
Even now, her waist still aches.
"Miss Yale, I’m telling the truth. There have been no disreputable won at Cheney Residence. Even when we were in Lonton, Mr. Cheney never brought won ho to stay overnight."
"What I an is... hasn’t Cheney Residence had any visitors?"
"Visitors..." Butler Santana pondered for a mont, "Mr. Harry has been here a few tis."
"Mr. Harry? Yacob Harry?"
"Yes."
"What did he co for?" Jasmine Yale asked casually.
Judging by Sylvan Cheney’s attitude, he really didn’t seem to have any interest in Joan Harry.
"I don’t know about that, it’s part of Mr. Cheney’s private affairs, I didn’t dare to inquire," Butler Santana said.
Jasmine Yale understood.
Sylvan Cheney’s business, who would dare to inquire?
Last ti she left Cheney Residence, Yacob Harry and Cora Jorney had been here, and it seed like they were discussing sothing private.
Considering what Joe Heath implied, was it possible that Yacob Harry wanted to arrange a marriage with Sylvan Cheney but Sylvan Cheney hadn’t agreed?
Fool.
The sunlight stread in through the window, casting golden rays on the yarn in her hands as she knitted, her head bowed in patience.
The sunlight was warm, tranquil, and comfortable.
"Miss Yale, since you ca back, Mr. Cheney has been noticeably different. He used to refuse to take his dication, and even Mr. McIntosh couldn’t persuade him. But after your return, Mr. Cheney listens to everything."
"He listens to , only because I listen to him."
"I know Miss Yale and Mr. Cheney have known each other since you were young. Mr. Cheney is definitely different with you compared to others."
"Different indeed. He’s kind and gentlemanly to others, but with ... he’s quick to lose his temper." Jasmine imitated his tone, "Jasmine Yale, don’t play little tricks with ! If you keep making a fuss, get out of Cheney Residence!"
Butler Santana was amused by Jasmine Yale’s mimicry.
Jasmine Yale also laughed.
At first, when he got angry with her, she was quite afraid.
But then she realized, he was just a paper tiger, trying to scare her.
Afterward, she wasn’t afraid to talk back to him.
"Miss Yale, I heard Mr. McIntosh and Miss Lilac Serval talking once, it seems that you are the real owner of Cheney Residence, that Mr. Cheney has transferred the property into your na."
"Ah?" Jasmine Yale was stunned, a flash of surprise in her eyes, "Really?"
"I’m not sure, I just overheard a bit."
The corners of Jasmine Yale’s mouth curled up—if that was true, then wasn’t he just squatting at her place?
And he was telling her to get out?
Jasmine Yale smiled, her cheeks blooming like peach blossoms, flushed with color.
She glanced at the sun outside the window and suddenly... she missed him a little.
"Miss Yale, please don’t leave this ti. Later on, we can bring the little master back ho. I can tell the young master really likes you."
"I like him too."
"That’s wonderful to hear, it’s just a bit unfair to Miss Yale."
"Unfair what?"
"Well... after all, you’d be a stepmother to the child," Butler Santana said hesitantly, "But in the future, Miss Yale and Mr. Cheney will surely have children of your own."
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