Chapter 1712: Chapter 1712: Holding Her All Night
The wind lifted Lana Fern’s hair, and she didn’t seem to feel cold at all; in fact, she beca more spirited as she spoke.
Every word, Jasmine Yale listened to.
The wind blew on her face, and her consciousness gradually beca clear again.
Jasmine Yale looked at her, with a gentle upward curve at the corner of her lips: “Whether Mr. Cheney loves or not, you should ask Mr. Cheney. All I can tell you is that I’ve known him for eighteen years. When I want shrimp, he’ll peel it for ; when I eat fish, he’ll ticulously remove all the bones; when dining, he’ll serve soup. After I’ve washed my hair, no matter how busy he is, he’ll set aside his work to blow dry it for ; in the winter, when I’m cold, he’ll hold throughout the night…”
As Jasmine Yale spoke, her voice choked up.
She rembered the kindness Sylvan Cheney showed her.
Although he can be an asshole sotis, his kindness is enough to offset that, and she doesn’t hold grudges for those tis.
Lana Fern’s expression changed, becoming quite ugly in an instant.
She hadn’t co to listen to Jasmine Yale say these things, and she admitted she felt jealous right now.
All her life, although she had many suitors, none were as exceptional as Sylvan Cheney, yet Sylvan Cheney never liked her.
Lana Fern gritted her teeth: “Jasmine Yale, are you dreaming or fantasizing? You’ve made this up to deceive us, to show us how happy you are? We all know Mr. Cheney well, he would never do these things. I think you haven’t woken up from your dream.”
Lana Fern refused to believe that soone as cold as Sylvan Cheney would do such things?
Remove fish bones for her? Blow dry her hair? Hold her throughout the night?
Dreaming, dreaming, all of it Jasmine Yale’s dreaming!
“Lana Fern, stop deluding yourself, your biggest mistake is… never waking from your dream.” Jasmine Yale said indifferently, “You don’t have the sa scheming and strategy as your sister, but you’re greedy enough.”
Lana Fern and Yolanda Fern were of the sa kind, but Yolanda Fern would plan sothing for five years or more, using sympathy and trust to achieve her goals.
Whereas Lana Fern was impatient, unable to match that.
Yolanda Fern’s goals were not just Sylvan Cheney, she also had Spencer Childe’s estate, the Cheney Family fortune, and Qiana Childe’s inheritance.
Lana Fern’s goal was relatively simpler, just Sylvan Cheney.
They thought Sylvan Cheney would be easy to deceive, at least as easy as Spencer Childe.
But they were wrong.
Sylvan Cheney was smarter than anyone, and not yet as muddled as Spencer Childe.
They also thought n only cared about appearances, thinking Sylvan Cheney wouldn’t take “love” seriously either.
“Enough.” Spencer Childe was exasperated; he didn’t know Jasmine Yale had such a strong will to live—after being shot, she could endure for so long. Well, the clearer she was, the more pain she’d be in.
Lana Fern shut her mouth, casting a cold glance at Jasmine Yale without making another sound.
Jasmine Yale was pushed by the bodyguards onto a boat by the riverbank.
Imdiately, Spencer Childe boarded as well.
The boat wasn’t big; a gust of wind made it sway.
Jasmine Yale felt lightheaded, afraid of both water and boats.
She knew she couldn’t swim, which is why she’d never go to the river or the sea alone, and Sylvan Cheney wouldn’t allow her to go alone either.
Lana Fern also swayed, wobbling up the boat holding an umbrella.
If she weren’t eager to see Jasmine Yale dead with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have co up; she also gets seasick, not to ntion, the wind on the river was too strong.
“Set sail.” Spencer Childe ordered his n.
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