Chapter 930: Chapter 930: He’s Not Very Willing to See Her Chapter 930: Chapter 930: He’s Not Very Willing to See Her The servants at the Cheney Residence mostly recognized Jasmine Yale, and soone imdiately notified Butler Santana.
Butler Santana hurried out and, sure enough, it was Jasmine Yale.
“Miss Yale, are you looking for Mr. Cheney?”
Jasmine Yale nodded, “Is he at ho?”
“He’s at ho, but Mr. Cheney has gone to the garage to get his car, seems like he’s about to leave.”
“About to leave? Then I…”
Before she could finish her sentence, a blue Lamborghini drove out.
Sylvan Cheney seldom drove sports cars, so it seed he wasn’t leaving for work today.
Jasmine Yale quickly walked to the gate and stopped his car.
Sylvan stepped on the brake.
Jasmine Yale walked around to the driver’s side window.
The window slowly rolled down.
Today, Sylvan was indeed dressed casually, in a white leisure suit and black sunglasses, not wearing a tie.
If it wasn’t for his unchanged appearance, Jasmine would have hardly recognized him.
She felt a sudden sense of strangeness and distance.
“I don’t have ti to chat with you,” Sylvan said indifferently, “If you really need , wait until I get back tonight.”
Having said that, the window rose again,
“Mr. Cheney, Mr. Cheney!” Jasmine Yale ran after the car for a few steps.
But two legs couldn’t run faster than four wheels, and as the car drove away, she stood still.
An indescribable expression covered Jasmine Yale’s face, blank, her pupils unfocused.
The hot sun poured down from above, shining on her face.
Butler Santana hurriedly brought over an umbrella, “Miss Yale, please co inside first. Mr. Cheney might really be in a hurry.”
Jasmine nodded and followed Butler Santana into the house.
The Cheney Residence was still the sa place where she had lived for twelve years.
But coming back to it, she felt a new sense of emotional distance.
It didn’t feel as familiar as it used to.
“Miss Yale, have so tea.” Butler Santana brewed her a cup of green tea, “Please sit for a while; I’ll go check on the food in the kitchen.”
“Alright, please go ahead,” Jasmine nodded.
Jasmine Yale didn’t know when Sylvan would return, but it was clear that he wasn’t very keen to see her.
Jasmine took a sip of tea, sitting on the couch, looking around.
Little Chale had always lived in the room she once occupied.
For so reason, Jasmine suddenly stood up and walked upstairs.
She wanted to take a look.
However, she didn’t expect to find a maid cleaning the room, who was startled to see her standing at the doorway.
“Miss Yale, you can’t just enter.”
“Sorry,” Jasmine apologized, “May I sit for a while?”
Outside her room was a Chinese parasol tree that she and Chaley had both climbed.
She still rembered how her heart skipped when the three-year-old reached the top of the tree, thankfully unhard.
“Miss Yale, please don’t make it hard for us… Mr. Cheney has ordered that no rooms are to be entered without permission,” the maid said with difficulty.
Jasmine understood.
She wasn’t one to persist annoyingly; she nodded imdiately, “I see. I’ll go down.”
She hadn’t even entered the room when she ca back down the stairs.
This place was no longer hers.
Butler Santana was quite polite to Jasmine Yale, keeping her supplied with tea and water, and even invited her for lunch and dinner.
Butler Santana seed very busy and had little ti to chat with her, so she sat alone on the couch, waiting for Sylvan.
From morning to noon, from noon to evening, and from evening to late at night.
Butler Santana suggested she go back first, but she refused, insisting on waiting for his return.
Having no choice, Butler Santana brought her a blanket.
Jasmine Yale sat alone in the vast living room.
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