He had done sothing unforgivable to her while fully aware of it; if this debt were to be settled, Sylvan Cheney was beyond redemption.
He took another drag of his cigarette, the depths of his eyes were deep and tranquil, like the dark waters of a black pool, unfathomable.
About fifteen minutes later, Aunt May completed the basic examination for Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale nervously put on her clothes, sat up, and cautiously asked, "Aunt May, is there any major problem with my health?"
"In a while, let Sylvan give all the test results."
"Is there a problem?" Jasmine asked nervously.
"I need to look at a few more indicators."
"Alright."
"Go out and tell him to fetch the results, don’t let the man idle." Aunt May was blunt.
Jasmine Yale chuckled, tidied her clothes, and headed out.
Sylvan Cheney had finished his cigarette and was already waiting outside.
He had his hands in his pant pockets, his brows furrowed, and his eyes held a deep glimr.
Once the door opened, seeing Jasmine Yale co out, he strode forward and pressed her against the wall.
A lingering and affectionate kiss landed on her lips.
Jasmine Yale was completely caught off guard, utterly unprepared!
In her panic, she wrapped her arms around Sylvan Cheney’s waist, letting him kiss her.
The door was still open.
She had no idea what madness had overtaken him.
Jasmine Yale couldn’t find her voice, nor did she dare to make too much noise, she could only let him act on his whim.
There was a faint tobacco taste on his lips, this kiss, besides the initial dominance and possessiveness, was all gentle nibbling.
Jasmine Yale was kissed until she was dizzy, almost losing her senses, nearly forgetting they were in a hospital.
Her eyes were filled with an ambiguous and hazy shimr, looking at him, Sylvan Cheney almost couldn’t hold himself back.
Letting him kiss her for a few minutes, Jasmine Yale finally pushed against his shoulder.
Sylvan Cheney understood and released her.
Jasmine Yale lowered her voice, "Aunt May asked you to fetch the test results, you should go."
"Okay." Sylvan Cheney’s hand was still around her waist, he looked down at her, his dark pupils reflecting her small figure.
"Hurry up, no more fooling around." Jasmine Yale’s face was flushed.
Just ca to the office and kissed, catching Aunt May’s eyes once, she didn’t want to be caught again this ti.
In front of elders, she still cared a bit about her image.
Sylvan Cheney curled his lips.
Only then did he truly release her and went to the laboratory to get the results.
Jasmine Yale turned back into the office, and Aunt May poured her a cup of hot water.
"Thank you, Aunt May."
"You’re welco." Aunt May sat across from her, rather fond of the girl, "I watched Sylvan grow up, even though after his mother passed away, I didn’t have much interaction with him, but I know what kind of days he went through as a child. The Cheney and Childe families seem infinitely glamorous, but he never had a father’s love, was quite solitary."
"Now seeing him with soone he likes, it makes quite happy too." Aunt May said, "I think, if his mother knew, she would also give her blessing."
Jasmine Yale paused with her hands holding the cup.
There was suddenly a strange feeling in her chest, and a trace of confusion and vagueness in her eyes.
His mother... Qiana Childe, if she knew the person Sylvan Cheney liked was her, she definitely wouldn’t bless it.
Her heart felt a bit uneasy.
She lowered her head, looking at the plain water in the cup.
So things, just because she and Sylvan Cheney buried them, doesn’t an they never happened.
Like the mass murder case that shocked Landon over twenty years ago.
"Drink so warm water, it’s not easy being a girl, you have to pay more attention to your health."
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