This was a kind of imperceptible poison that had already infiltrated his marrow without him realizing it, and by the ti he discovered it, it was too late.
Once upon a ti, whenever he fancied sothing, his first reaction turned into "She would definitely like this"...
The poison that infiltrated the bones couldn’t be removed.
After Sylvan Cheney said this, the most surprised was Jasmine Yale.
He... would he still be like this after losing his mory?
The atmosphere was sowhat heavy.
She smiled: "What about when we have a baby in the future? What rank would I hold in your heart?"
"First, always first."
"You’re quite good at sweet-talking." Jasmine Yale actually felt quite pleased inside.
Sylvan Cheney’s apartnt was so distance from where Jasmine Yale lived, and it took a long ti for the car to get there.
When the car stopped outside the neighborhood, the wind happened to pick up, blowing Jasmine Yale’s hair into disarray.
Sylvan Cheney hurriedly took off his coat and draped it over her: "You should wear more when going out. Dressed so thinly, do pregnant won prioritize grace over warmth? Hmm?"
In the sunlight, Sylvan Cheney’s eyebrows and eyes were particularly gentle.
Jasmine Yale wrapped his coat tightly around her, looking at him wearing only a sweater: "Aren’t you cold?"
"Not cold."
"Let’s go." After tidying up her clothes, he held her hand.
Jasmine Yale followed beside him like a little cat, taking slow steps.
In the afternoon, the sunlight was nice, and the shadows of the branches and leaves were disorderly interwoven on the ground, weaving into dense nets.
"Ding dong" —
Jasmine Yale pressed the doorbell.
"Coming." Butler Santana knew it was probably Jasmine Yale coming back.
At the door, Jasmine Yale held Sylvan Cheney’s hand tightly, only to realize that the most nervous person was actually herself.
Her palms inexplicably broke into a sweat.
Sylvan Cheney, on the other hand, was much calr than her.
She leaned closer to Sylvan Cheney, his tall body giving her imnse security.
The door opened.
"Miss Yale, you’re back... you... Cheney... Cheney..." Supporting the door fra, Butler Santana was suddenly dumbstruck, her eyes fixed on Sylvan Cheney, her face showing surprise, unable to utter a complete sentence, stamring uncontrollably!
She stared intently at Sylvan Cheney!
In an instant, Butler Santana’s mind went blank, and she was like soone struck by lightning, motionless, even forgetting to blink.
She stood there with her mouth open, her eyes full of disbelief!
At that mont, her heart seed to stop beating, like a statue.
Chaney... Mr. Cheney!
It’s Mr. Cheney!
It’s Mr. Cheney!
She had been with Sylvan Cheney for several years; she wouldn’t mistake him!
It was him!
Sylvan Cheney probably didn’t expect Jasmine Yale’s aunt to be so enthusiastic, nodded politely, smiled, and extended a hand: "Hello, I’m Evan."
Butler Santana stared at Sylvan Cheney, unaware of what he said, as if she couldn’t hear any sounds around her.
In her chest, only shock remained.
That sense of shock spread throughout her body, flowing rapidly in her blood.
Sylvan Cheney frowned slightly, then smiled again in greeting: "Hello."
Jasmine Yale quickly pulled Butler Santana’s sleeve: "Butler Santana, Evan is greeting you!"
Only when Jasmine Yale pulled her did Butler Santana snap back to reality, just a mont ago, it was as if her soul had flown far away!
Evan? He is Evan? Why doesn’t he seem to rember her?
She had been with him as Butler Santana for several years!
Does he really not rember?
Butler Santana’s face turned sowhat pale as she looked towards Sylvan Cheney, extended her hand, and held his hand tightly, unable to say a word.
Her hand trembled a little.
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