Capítulo 2192: Chapter 2192: Holding Jasmine Yale by the Waist
Jasmine Yale held a teacup in her hands, her bright eyes fixed steadily on Sylvan Cheney.
The white mist lingered, and the hospital room was extrely quiet.
Sylvan Cheney stood in front of her, looking down at her, his deep eyes revealing an inscrutable expression.
Sunlight filled the room, the building not too high, occasionally the rustle of leaves from outside the window could be heard, along with the chirping of birds.
Their eyes t.
Infinite emotions rippled like water, the air filled with subtle undertones.
Seeing Sylvan Cheney didn’t respond, Jasmine Yale pursed her lips and took a sip of hot water.
“Jasmine Yale.” He spoke, his lips sowhat pale, but his gaze was sharp, “This lecturing skill of yours, who did you learn it from? Hmm?”
Quite impressive.
“So do you think I’m right?” Jasmine Yale looked at him.
Who else could she have learned from?
She had been influenced by him growing up, and while she hadn’t absorbed even a tenth of his rits, she had picked up a fair bit.
“You’re right about everything.” He conceded.
“Then you still haven’t answered , what do you think my relationship with Yukon Carbon is?”
“Friends.”
Jasmine Yale was very satisfied with this answer, she slightly curled the corners of her lips.
Just as Yukon Carbon had said, so people beco honest after a beating.
At this mont, Sylvan Cheney was lowered in deanor, like a child, honest and obedient.
Sylvan Cheney looked at her, and seeing she didn’t speak, after a while he asked heavily, “Are we still breaking up?”
“Aren’t you hungry? I skipped breakfast too, I’ll make sothing.” Jasmine Yale put down the teacup.
Sylvan Cheney felt a bit lost; she hadn’t answered him.
It was alright she didn’t answer, he wasn’t in a hurry to get a response.
As long as she was willing to talk to him.
Jasmine Yale’s back felt a little sore, she reached out a hand to Sylvan Cheney: “Help up.”
Sylvan Cheney took a step forward, not touching her hand, but directly wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up.
Jasmine Yale was caught off guard, falling into his embrace, her forehead bumping against his chin.
“Hiss…” Sylvan Cheney gasped in pain.
“Ahem.” A nurse carrying dication ca to the doorway and cleared her throat softly, “May I disturb you?”
Sylvan Cheney’s hand was still around Jasmine Yale’s waist.
Jasmine Yale gently pushed him away and looked at the young nurse: “It’s fine, co in.”
“Sir, it’s ti for your dication, and I need to take your temperature later.” The nurse placed the dication on the table and began to skillfully prepare the solution.
Sylvan Cheney walked over: “Leave the solution, I’ll apply it myself.”
“Alright.” The nurse agreed, “Dr. Peter will co by later to help you with so rehabilitation treatnt. You have an abdominal injury, so it’s best to rest in bed and avoid moving around.”
“Got it.” Sylvan Cheney was a bit impatient.
“The solution should be applied three tis a day, it works well for treating superficial injuries, and there’s little chance of scarring later.”
“You can leave now!”
“…” The young nurse glanced awkwardly at the solution in her hands, “I…haven’t finished preparing the dicine yet.”
“Then hurry up, why so much chatter.”
The young nurse looked at Sylvan Cheney in distress, almost forgetting how to prepare the dication out of fright.
Jasmine Yale quickly ca over, pulled Sylvan Cheney aside, and walked up to the nurse: “I’m sorry, he’s just in a bad mood from the injury, please bear with us.”
“It’s okay.”
The young nurse quickly finished preparing the dication, not daring to speak to Sylvan Cheney again, only instructing Jasmine Yale on how to apply it.
Sylvan Cheney felt the nurse was very long-winded.
Jasmine Yale patiently listened to everything she said.
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