Chapter 1415: Chapter 1415: Whose Child is it?
“I don’t know.” Sylvan Cheney gave her three short words.
Jasmine Yale pursed her lips.
Won and n really are different.
Won have a natural curiosity about these matters, but n, especially n like Sylvan Cheney, do not seem that interested.
The green light turned on, and Sylvan Cheney drove the car out.
Jasmine Yale rested her head on her hand and pondered again.
Zaiden Santos liked Harper Glorian so much, it only made sense for him to take her with him when leaving Landon, or to give her a big sum of money. So why was Harper still with a middle-aged man?
Or was it that Harper was secretly dating the middle-aged man, and Zaiden Santos didn’t know?
In any case, from any perspective, this middle-aged man was no match for Zaiden Santos.
Of course, it’s hard to say when it cos to bed matters.
“By the way, where did Zaiden Santos go? Did he go abroad?” Jasmine Yale asked again.
“He’s said to be in South Africa dealing with jewelry business,” Sylvan Cheney replied without much interest.
This year, the Cheney Family had been through tumultuous tis; he had no energy to spare for others, nor the interest.
“Jewelry business? That must an he’s very wealthy,” Jasmine Yale’s eyes sparkled for a mont, but dimd seconds later.
No wonder he doesn’t want Harper Glorian anymore. Being in the jewelry business ans even more money, he can have any woman he wants.
It seed like Zaiden Santos wasn’t truly in love with Harper Glorian. Originally, she thought Zaiden loved Harper to death.
“Jasmine Yale, whose child is Little Candy, Ann Nolan’s?” Sylvan Cheney suddenly asked.
Jasmine Yale was startled, a look of embarrassnt flitted across her face, but soon returned to calm.
She laughed nonchalantly, “She’s the child Ann had with Zachary Santos, CEO Santos, after the divorce.”
“Jasmine Yale, do you know your face turns red when you lie? Hmm?”
Jasmine Yale felt awkward again, her expression stiff, her eyes betraying a flicker of light. None of her reactions escaped his watchful eyes.
“You can’t tell anyone about this, you absolutely must not tell anyone. I’m telling you because—” Jasmine Yale compromised, “It’s Zaiden Santos’ child.”
“I’m not so idle.”
“Oh.” Jasmine Yale knew he wasn’t particularly interested in these matters, it was just a casual inquiry. She changed the subject, “You know about Little Candy too? Is it because you saw the photos I showed you, you’ve seen them all?”
“…”
“Do you think Little Candy is cute? The pink dress she wore last ti, I bought that for her.”
“I’ve had Butler Santana prepare hotpot ingredients, we’ll have hotpot when we get ho,” Sylvan Cheney interrupted her.
“Hotpot? I thought you didn’t like it.”
“It’s you who likes it.”
In an instant, Jasmine Yale smiled, her grin like a sunflower under the blazing sun, vibrant and bright.
The bustling city center was brightly lit, electronic billboards along the road flickering with various product advertisents.
The man drove in silence.
Jasmine Yale was in high spirits, sotis talking to him, sotis gazing out the window, almost like a teenage girl—lively and noisy.
Sylvan Cheney knew that Jasmine Yale was always easy to please. Just taking her out for half a day would make her happy for a long ti.
The dazzling lights outside the window reflected on her face, and in the mirror, Sylvan Cheney saw a beautiful and pure Jasmine Yale, her eyes filled with anticipation and yearning for the world.
The car headed back to the Cheney Residence.
The timing was neither early nor late.
Butler Santana had already prepared a sumptuous hotpot, and Sylvan Cheney had specifically asked for a clear broth.
Firstly because he wasn’t used to spicy, and secondly, she shouldn’t eat too spicy for her health.
Sitting at the dining table, Jasmine Yale could sll the delicious scent.
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