"Hmm?" Jasmine Yale turned her head, eting his serious face, and burst into laughter.
"Alright, alright, I know. I will, I will, I will." Jasmine coaxed.
Sylvan Cheney was really like a child now.
Jasmine Yale felt like she was a certified nanny, taking care of three kids all by herself.
But the fact that Sylvan Cheney would actually explain things to her now was unexpected.
In the past, he never told her anything.
"Also... I changed the lock on my apartnt to a code lock. The code is your birthday," Sylvan said. "You can try it next ti you visit."
"Why change the lock?" Jasmine asked.
"..." Sylvan pressed his lips together, not saying a word.
Jasmine guessed it. He was really like a sulking child!
She teased, "Is it because we had a fight? You changed the lock because of a fight. So, if things get unpleasant in the future, are you going to kick out?"
"Of course not." Sylvan gave her a glance.
"Who knows? If you kick out, I wouldn’t even know how to plead my case."
"I won’t."
Jasmine didn’t argue with him anymore. But he really was childish, like playing house.
Not knowing how to date, could they really just play house?
Jasmine lowered her head to continue playing a ga. His laptop perford well; there was no lag at all.
"Are you hungry? How about I take you out to eat?" Sylvan asked.
"Sure, just wait until I finish this ga."
"Okay."
While Jasmine played her ga, Sylvan went to change his clothes.
Simple black thin sweater, ash-gray trousers; he looked tall and slender, more elegant and handso than at work.
"Alright." Jasmine put down her laptop. "We can go out now."
Seeing Sylvan waiting for her, she felt a bit embarrassed. His ti was very precious, after all.
"Let’s go." Sylvan bent over to help her up.
As he lowered his head, Jasmine saw the affection and love in his eyes.
She really loved him this way.
"Sylvan Cheney," she called his na, "will you be nice to today and not tomorrow?"
"..." Sylvan paused, "I won’t do that anymore."
"You were quite unfriendly a few days ago."
"Maybe. The weather was bad, so was my mood."
"Don’t bla the weather for that."
"..."
Sylvan supported Jasmine as they walked downstairs, accompanying her as they took the stairs.
Jasmine walked slowly, but Sylvan didn’t mind, matching her pace.
"Does your injury hurt a lot? Can you drive?" Jasmine asked.
"I’ve rested for two days. It’s fine now."
"Then I’ll really assu you’re fine. In the future, don’t hide anything from . I don’t like being deceived."
"Okay."
"Also, I don’t know if you rember what I said before: a person has to learn to love themselves before they can love others. You should drink less and rember to eat three als a day."
"Nag."
"You!" Jasmine was puffed-up with anger.
Sylvan’s car was parked in the hospital’s parking lot. Once inside, he fastened her seatbelt and took her to the city center.
Jasmine thought Yukon Carbon was still reasonable. If his fists had gone to Sylvan’s face, he wouldn’t have been able to walk out.
"What do you want to eat?" Sylvan asked while driving.
"Hot pot," Jasmine said deliberately.
As expected, Sylvan frowned and looked at her with disdain. "Choose sothing else."
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