Capítulo 1601: Chapter 1601: Buy Her the Most Beautiful Dress
“It’s nothing much, just so occasional nagging. Maybe I was a bit annoying when I was a teenager,” Jasmine Yale said with a smile.
“Teenage girls can be a little annoying indeed. Bringing back gifts from classmates every now and then, going out to have late-night snacks with male classmates,” Sylvan Cheney raised an eyebrow, his gaze holding an unclear aning.
“I didn’t!” Jasmine retorted, truly annoyed. Was this man planning to rember these things for the rest of his life?
She muttered under her breath, “You don’t give gifts yourself, but you wouldn’t allow others to give gifts either? And anyway, I didn’t accept them; I returned them all.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault?”
“Of course, it’s your fault.”
Sunlight poured down from above, casting flecks of golden light on Jasmine Yale’s brows, shimring like tiny fragnts of gold.
As she spoke, she walked toward the swing set.
The bench of the swing set was warm after being bathed in sunlight, making it especially comfortable to sit on.
The swing’s handrails were woven with colorful garlands, vibrant and beautiful, sitting there made her look just like a little princess.
Sylvan Cheney walked over, reaching out to gently push the swing for her.
The swing swayed slightly, and Jasmine laughed, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth and soft dimples.
Under the sunlight, her smile was radiant and bright, the light gracing her face with a layer of delicate warmth.
She swayed on the swing, sotis squinting at the sun and clouds, sotis glancing at Sylvan beside her.
“When sumr cos, let’s sit here and watch fireflies,” Jasmine suggested, her gaze filled with boundless anticipation and vision for the future.
It felt like being seventeen or eighteen again, living in the most beautiful days of youth.
“And perhaps we could build another small swing set right here,” Jasmine pointed to the spot beside her, “What do you think?”
“Sure,” Sylvan nodded in agreent.
Jasmine smiled, pleased that he hadn’t refused her.
She really wanted to have a little girl, soone to grow up with her, swing with her, and wear the prettiest dresses she could buy.
“When can we return to Landon and the Cheney Residence?” Jasmine leaned her head against the swing’s side, her eyes shimring as she looked at Sylvan.
“I’ll make the arrangents.”
Jasmine nodded lightly, choosing not to ask further.
Since he promised to arrange it, he surely would.
No matter where she was, as long as he was by her side, it was all good.
Basking in the sunlight, Jasmine continued to sway on the swing for a while, feeling comfortably warm.
Sylvan stood by the swing, and Jasmine leaned her head gently against him, occasionally closing her eyes and nestling against his waist.
Perhaps the weather and season were too perfect, for Jasmine soon fell asleep leaning against him, her cheeks rosy and her expression filled with serene sweetness.
Worried she might catch a chill, Sylvan carefully lifted her from the swing and carried her into the bedroom.
After tucking her in, he tiptoed downstairs.
Spring was in full bloom, with bees and butterflies dancing among the flowers.
During this period, Sylvan rarely went to the Cheney Family business; Charles McIntosh had taken charge of all its affairs.
Once downstairs, Sylvan headed to the kitchen to prepare a pot of corn and pork rib soup for Jasmine.
“Mr. Cheney, let take care of it,” Butler Santana quickly offered upon seeing Sylvan roll up his sleeves.
“No need, I can do it myself.”
Butler Santana knew well that Jasmine loved pork ribs, so this soup must be ant for her.
It wasn’t the first ti Butler Santana had seen Sylvan cooking. Back in Lonton, Sylvan often made soups for the little master as well.
The little master had been born prematurely, weaker than children of the sa age, and had spent his early years taking dicines and undergoing injections. His nutritional needs were also higher than those of other kids.
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