Chapter 649: Chapter 649: The Ring on the Ring Finger
After Jasmine Yale finished her phone call with Joe Heath, Sylvan Cheney had already finished eating and went into his bedroom to rest.
Chale Cheney was still scraping the white rice from his bowl with a spoon.
After twelve o’clock, Jasmine cleaned up the dining table and also went into her bedroom.
“Did you enjoy the lunch?” Jasmine asked tentatively.
Sylvan Cheney was holding his notebook, head-down, not saying a word.
His lashes slightly drooping, covering his stern face which showed a hard-to-read expression and mood.
Jasmine knew he was picky about food, it certainly did not et his taste buds.
“The sweet and sour belt fish was a bit sour. I added too much vinegar, and the beef curry, it was my first ti making it, so it probably wasn’t very good.”
He remained silent with his head bowed, eyes fixed on the computer screen.
“If you don’t like it, I won’t make it again. I noticed you didn’t eat much rice, I’m sorry. I will have the cook prepare sothing for you tonight.”
Jasmine felt rather helpless.
In her twelve years at the Cheney residence, she had never cooked.
Later in university, she didn’t need to cook.
She only started learning after graduation, and indeed, the food wasn’t very good.
She turned around, disappointed, not wanting to disturb him.
She certainly hadn’t planned to make the al this way.
“Jasmine Yale.” He called her na.
“Ah.” Jasmine stopped, turned around, “Did you call ?”
“Co here.” Sylvan Cheney looked at her.
He put his laptop aside, which was on his lap.
Just as Jasmine was about to approach him, Sylvan Cheney reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms.
“Ouch, that hurts.”
Jasmine’s brows furrowed.
While preparing the al at noon, she had accidentally scalded her fingers.
Sylvan Cheney captured her hand, gently stroking it, his eyebrows also twisted together.
“How can you be so careless?”
“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine by tomorrow. It’s not a big deal.”
It was just a couple of blisters.
Sylvan Cheney held her left hand, his deep gaze carrying a profound aning and gleaming light.
Jasmine didn’t quite understand what he ant.
Sylvan Cheney’s hand was warm, with the strength and warmth filling his broad palm.
His large hand caressed her small one, holding it tightly.
Just as Jasmine was about to speak, he pulled out a ring from his pocket and put it on her ring finger.
This ring was the one that she had chosen before.
But she wasn’t sure where he dug it up from.
Most likely he had rummaged through her luggage.
Ever since she returned from Singapore, she had kept the ring at the bottom of her suitcase.
Sylvan Cheney carefully put the ring on her ring finger, his brows and eyes filled with a deep intensity and seriousness.
Jasmine’s hand twitched, but the ring still ended up on her ring finger.
The Blue Demoness, bright and resplendent, like a beam of shifting light, like broken jade.
“Jasy.” He called her na in a low voice, his eyes reflecting the hidden waves, “You were born a Yale, and now you will be a Cheney, okay?”
His low and sexy voice was like the sound of a cello, carrying a strong allure.
In an instant, Jasmine’s heart trembled violently.
The string in her heart seed to have been plucked.
With the striking of a chord, the emotions trickled down.
The rain outside the window was heavy, but the temperature inside the bedroom was rising abruptly.
Her palms started to sweat, her long lashes slightly drooping, eyes resting on the ring on her left ring finger.
“You can take your ti to consider it, but you are not allowed to take off the ring.” Sylvan Cheney looked at her.
Jasmine’s heart was still pounding violently, thumping.
She felt disoriented.
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