Chapter 1656: Chapter 1656: Mr. Cheney… Where did you go last night?
Sylvan Cheney pushed the door open, and a wave of warmth imdiately swept over from the living room.
Raising his head, he saw Jasmine Yale on the sofa, dozing with her head resting on her hand. A tablet lay on her lap.
At the sound, Jasmine instantly woke up.
She had already showered and was wearing a pink nightgown.
“You’re back.” Her tone was filled with irrepressible excitent, as if it had never changed over the past ten years.
She ran over to help him take off his suit jacket. The clothes were ice-cold, leaving her wondering where he had just returned from.
Sylvan remained silent, not saying a word, letting her take his suit and tie away, then handing him a cup of hot tea.
“Did you drink with clients?” Jasmine slled the alcohol on him, knowing he had drunk quite a bit.
Sylvan still didn’t speak, his large hand gently pushing her aside, as he headed straight towards the bedroom upstairs.
Jasmine stood there in a daze.
Her gaze followed his back, seeing a different charm and composure about him than usual, with a hint of dishevelnt.
What happened?
Jasmine dared not follow and ask, standing there sowhat at a loss, eyes clouded with bewildernt.
After a while, she finally dropped the clothes in her hand and turned towards the living room door.
Sylvan’s driver was about to head ho when Jasmine stopped him.
“Miss Yale.” The driver greeted respectfully.
“Mr. Cheney… where did he go tonight?”
“Well… Miss Yale, I can’t say. You should ask Mr. Cheney yourself.” The driver looked troubled, adhering to the basic principle of his job—never disclose Sylvan Cheney’s whereabouts to anyone or any dia.
“Just tell .” Jasmine persisted, blocking his way.
“Miss Yale, don’t make it difficult for , I really can’t say.”
“If sothing happens, I’ll take responsibility. Tell .”
The driver remained firm despite Jasmine’s pleas, refusing to reveal anything.
Jasmine tentatively asked, “Did he go to the cetery?”
The driver hesitated for a mont, surprised by Jasmine’s insight, having guessed correctly. He nodded but remained silent.
Jasmine finally stepped aside, letting the driver leave the Cheney Residence. Her heart, however, was as stirred as a pond by a spring breeze, far from calm.
The driver left, and Jasmine was alone again.
Outside, it was cold, and the moonlight was clear.
Jasmine hugged her arms tightly, standing silently, unsure of what to do next.
She was only wearing a thin nightgown, the evening breeze piercingly cold.
Her hair was also disheveled, yet it seed she didn’t notice, standing outside for a long, long ti.
The light shone on her, making her appear exceptionally small and thin in the wind.
It was unclear how long she stood there, but eventually, Jasmine leaned against the wall and walked back into the living room step by step.
The sound of water ca from upstairs; he was likely showering.
Jasmine sat silently on the sofa, wringing her hands nervously, eyes flooded with confusion mixed with a hint of reluctance.
After about ten minutes, the sound of water upstairs ceased.
Several tis, Jasmine stood up from the sofa only to sit back down, then stood up again.
After so hesitation, she headed upstairs.
Sylvan was wearing a gray bathrobe, searching through a drawer for a pack of cigarettes.
Having showered, he no longer slled strongly of alcohol, but his eyes still held traces of the drink. The skin at the collar was faintly visible, his facial features tense, with an aloof and noble chill on his profile.
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