Cakago.
The weather was a bit cold, Jasmine Yale took a shower early and sat on the bed working on her proposal.
Sylvan Cheney was away on a business trip, so every night she had to sleep alone, and the bed never felt warm.
The wind outside was strong, making the windows creak, but with the curtains tightly drawn, the bedroom was still relatively warm.
Jasmine Yale ate a bowl of bird’s nest soup, which Sylvan Cheney had bought for her. When he was on a business trip, she generally didn’t disturb him, nor did she call him proactively, fearing she might interrupt his work.
She counted her fingers, he’d be back the day after tomorrow!
Halfway through her proposal, she received a call from Yukon Carbon, and chatting with him for a while made her feel a little less bored.
Yukon’s recovery was going well, thanks to Aunt Camden who was taking care of him.
Yukon had a lot of free ti in the hospital and would occasionally walk on the hospital’s lawn; during those tis, Aunt Camden would bring Sweet Kitty over to play with him for a while.
When Jasmine Yale heard this, her heart was filled with emotion.
Yukon sent her so photos of Sweet Kitty, the little guy was plump and squinting his eyes while sunbathing.
Jasmine Yale missed Sweet Kitty.
Missed him a lot.
Around ten o’clock, Jasmine Yale yawned and put away her laptop.
Sylvan Cheney hadn’t called her, so she sent a text: Good night.
She guessed he might still be in a business eting, or working.
During the days when he wasn’t around, Jasmine Yale stayed with Butler Santana, and whenever she went out for a walk, she would pass by Sylvan Cheney’s apartnt, help tidy up the place, and water the plants on the balcony.
Sotis, she would call Chale Cheney.
Ever since her last trip to Lonton, the little guy’s mood had improved a lot, and he was more attentive in class.
However, he still wasn’t very interested in art and crafts classes, preferring to assemble small airplanes alone at ho.
The master had bought him many airplane models, and he would sit on the floor in his room, lying down quietly while assembling them.
Every ti he finished one, he would send a photo to Jasmine Yale, feeling a great sense of accomplishnt.
Jasmine Yale loved seeing the little guy’s smile; it was so charming.
The little guy was fair and clean, much like Sylvan Cheney when he was a kid, only he smiled more — though he would occasionally throw small tantrums.
For example, if a servant accidentally knocked over his paintbrushes, he would unhappily tell the servant, "How can you be so careless? Don’t break my things again next ti."
Chale Cheney’s master said that the little guy could be quite serious when he got angry.
His master spoiled him a lot, with the kind of indulgence a grandfather has for his grandson, wanting to cherish him dearly.
Chale Cheney’s master was very prestigious locally, and Jasmine Yale knew that letting Chale stay there ant they had nothing to worry about; perhaps this was one of the reasons Sylvan sent him there initially.
Chale Cheney still loved calling Jasmine Yale. He especially loved to chatter and would remind her to dress warmly, so she wouldn’t catch a cold.
Jasmine Yale found it amusing.
Warr than his dad!
At night, Jasmine Yale habitually sat on her bed rubbing her back, feeling sore and uncomfortable.
After so thought, she decided to call Sylvan Cheney.
"Are you busy?"
"Not too bad."
"Oh, if you’re not busy, shall we chat a bit? Is your flight to Cakago tomorrow at noon?"
"There was a delay, I might have to stay a few more days in Old York."
"I see, then you carry on with your work, I’m fine, Butler Santana is taking care of !" Jasmine Yale said.
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