Capítulo 1891: Chapter 1891: None of Them Have Any Self-Control
Jasmine Yale quickly dialed the number but didn’t expect it wasn’t sent by Yukon Carbon.
Unyielding, Jasmine Yale called her father and brother, but they also said it wasn’t from them.
“Miss Yale, how is it? Who sent it?” Butler Santana was puzzled.
“I don’t know…” Jasmine Yale hugged a pillow, clutching her phone, looking puzzled as well, “Who sent such an expensive gift for the baby? It’s too valuable, I can’t accept it.”
“Miss Yale, first figure out who sent it. If you can’t figure it out, return it to them.”
Jasmine Yale’s big eyes sparkled brightly, her long eyelashes gently fluttering as she pondered deeply.
Thinking over and over, she still couldn’t figure out who sent it.
The rabbit in the package blinked its big eyes at her, looking silly, a big one.
Her heart palpitated; truth be told, she really liked this gift.
This big rabbit could stay in her bedroom, and the small pillow could be put on the baby crib.
The rabbit and pillow both felt nice to touch, soft, her baby would probably like them too.
But she wouldn’t accept sothing that doesn’t belong to her.
Suddenly, a figure flashed before her eyes.
Jasmine Yale’s expression paused, and she walked to the bedroom, quietly dialing a number.
Sylvan Cheney got up early on Saturday to go to the gym and was just finishing up his shower, drying his hair.
Underneath the bathrobe, his sexy abs were vaguely visible, with droplets of water, exuding wildness and boldness.
Seeing Jasmine Yale’s phone number flashing, his eyebrows furrowed slightly: “What’s up.”
On her end, Jasmine Yale heard his panting, her face flushed: “I didn’t, didn’t disturb you, did I…”
n tend to have stronger desires in the morning.
She recalled earlier this year at the Cheney Residence; several tis she had woken up dazedly amidst his “exercises.”
During that ti, they were quite indulgent.
Thinking back now, Jasmine Yale’s face reddened, as red as a boiled shrimp.
“Do you realize what ti it is!” Sylvan Cheney roared unhappily.
Jasmine Yale was so startled she almost threw her phone.
Eight thirty, isn’t that early?
What’s the problem?
Really.
“This is my personal number, don’t call unless it’s necessary.”
“Oh, got it.” Since that night, she hadn’t called him, “I received a package today, there’s a rabbit inside and a baby pillow. I wanted to ask, CEO Cheney, did you buy it?”
“Why would I buy such boring stuff!”
“Oh, then it seems it’s not from you. I’ll keep asking around.”
“Do you have too many lovers and can’t figure out who bought it?”
Jasmine Yale was at a loss for words, what kind of talk is this: “Maybe, after all, there are quite a few people who want to send things for my baby.”
With a “snap,” Jasmine Yale hung up.
She feared he would say sothing unpleasant.
Sotis, she really wished she could throw him into the river again.
But as soon as she thought of him jumping into the icy river, holding her to breathe, dodging bullets, she couldn’t stay angry.
It was her mistake; she shouldn’t have made that call.
Such a cute gift, it couldn’t possibly be from him.
Jasmine Yale walked out of the bedroom.
“Miss Yale, did you find out?” Butler Santana asked curiously, why so secretive when making a call?
Jasmine Yale pouted: “No… I don’t even know where to return it to.”
“That’s quite troubleso.”
Jasmine Yale patted the rabbit’s head, pursed her lips: “Where did you co from? The mountains? The grass?”
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