He never liked to apologize first, but in front of her, he didn’t care about his pride.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head, eating from the bowl, still feeling upset inside.
Sylvan Cheney looked at her, furrowing his brows, "I don’t like you defending another man like this. To be honest, I mind it, I really mind it."
"Boss, this isn’t defending him. There are so things I’ll explain to him clearly, but before that, I truly hope you don’t interfere."
"Alright, let’s end it here."
Sylvan Cheney also stopped talking and continued eating breakfast.
He didn’t make a sound, and she didn’t continue the conversation.
However, she didn’t expect Sylvan to take the initiative to apologize; when had he ever apologized for sothing trivial?
All this ti, he had been domineering and autocratic.
Jasmine Yale ate without saying a word for quite a while, feeling silently angry.
Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow, picked up a mini jade dumpling for her: "Eat more."
Since he served her, she ate it.
After finishing her milk, Jasmine Yale was also full.
She stood up and walked towards the window.
The sunlight outside was just right; she squinted at the distance, the cool breeze bringing in a fresh fragrance.
After breakfast, the task of cleaning up the dishes naturally fell to Sylvan Cheney.
Since Jasmine Yale was coming over today, he hadn’t inford the housekeeper to co and clean. At this mont, he quietly tidied up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking quite serious.
Soon, the sound of running water ca from the kitchen.
Jasmine Yale turned her head to look towards the kitchen, just in ti to see Sylvan Cheney’s tall, straight back.
Supporting her belly, she walked leisurely over and stood beside him.
No matter what this man did, he did it with dedication, even when washing dishes.
Jasmine Yale gazed at his profile; his well-defined face was gentle and handso, even washing dishes with an unhurried elegance.
"Boss." She called out to him.
"Hmm?"
"I don’t like washing dishes. If you’re really with , you’ll have to wash them in the future."
"Hmm."
"Sotis I’m spoiled, pretentious, and get angry, which most people can’t tolerate."
"If you weren’t spoiled, pretentious, or angry, that would be terrifying."
"What I want to say is, I have many flaws, far more than my strengths, as you’ve probably noticed, and I’m not planning to change." Jasmine Yale touched her belly, staring at him from the side.
"I like you, including your flaws and strengths," Sylvan Cheney said with his head down, his dishwashing movents looking quite practiced.
"Really, Boss, you should reconsider. If you were with Miss Janus, she would never tell you to wash dishes, nor would she make you live an ordinary life."
"I like washing dishes, okay?"
"..."
Before long, Sylvan Cheney swiftly finished washing the dishes. He wiped his hands and looked at her, "Didn’t you say you’d grind coffee for ?"
"Boss." Jasmine Yale was still looking at him, "If I were you, I’d never be with a woman like Jasmine Yale. Besides being slightly good-looking, she doesn’t have any other rits."
"Jasmine Yale, you are not , don’t make any decisions for ," Sylvan Cheney said, "Grind the coffee for ; we’ll rest for a while and then go to the park."
"Let’s go in the afternoon. I can’t walk; just noticed that my feet are a bit swollen," Jasmine Yale lowered her head.
"Let see." Sylvan Cheney took large strides over, squatted down anxiously, and held her fair ankle in his large hand, his brow furrowing, "There is a bit of swelling, so let’s just stay ho, it’s the sa."
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