Chapter 959: Chapter 959: How Much Longer Do You Want to Hold ? Chapter 959: Chapter 959: How Much Longer Do You Want to Hold ? Jasmine Yale noticed that his attitude was not too bad today, and he didn’t seem angry, so she beca bolder.
She hooked her arms around his neck and was even more reluctant to let go.
Even sowhat spoiled by his affection.
“You were really fierce yesterday…” Jasmine Yale looked at him with puppy eyes, “I cried because of you.”
“If this happens again, it won’t be as simple as just crying,” Sylvan Cheney said, his tone carrying a warning.
Jasmine Yale thought he would coax her with a few words.
Unexpectedly, he beca fierce again in a blink of an eye.
“I won’t cheat anymore, but I can’t do it, can you teach …” Jasmine Yale asked tentatively, her eyes shimring brightly.
A faint blush spread across her face, like the evening glow, fresh and beautiful.
She had thought of him for several days at ho, thinking he would return ho after a few more days.
So she was really surprised when he ca back yesterday.
She felt both happy and unhappy.
Happy because he ca back early, before she started school; unhappy because he scolded her as soon as he returned, even tearing up his papers.
“Wishful thinking.”
Jasmine Yale: “…”
Her lips instantly drooped, alright, she understood he was busy.
There was resentnt and dissatisfaction on her face as she looked at him pitifully.
The bedroom was quiet and peaceful.
She rarely got so close to him, and for a mont, she forgot to feel shy, watching him without blinking.
After so ti, Sylvan Cheney’s deep voice broke the silence—
“How much longer do you want to hold ? Hmm?”
“Not at all.” Jasmine Yale got scared and hurriedly removed her hands from his neck.
Not at all.
But her flushed face betrayed her.
Sylvan Cheney curved his lips, his gaze intense on her rosy cheeks.
From that day on, Sylvan probably finished his work, as he spent the whole day without going out.
Although he said he wouldn’t teach her howork, when Jasmine Yale was frowning at the desk in the study, he would still go over and give her tips.
Three days before school started, Jasmine Yale cramd for her sumr howork.
Sheet after sheet of paper, writing until her scalp tingled.
However, when she was doing her howork, Sylvan Cheney would sit on a sofa nearby, sotis reading the newspaper, sotis working on his laptop.
In short, when she was there, he was too.
Occasionally, when Jasmine Yale was tired from writing, she would rest her chin on her hands and sneak peeks at him.
One glance at him was very motivating.
She had to admit, he was indeed the most handso man she had ever seen.
His stern brows and eyes, his composed face, and his sharp gaze, especially when he was working, were exceptionally charming.
Every move he made was filled with an allure that captivated her.
As such, Jasmine Yale didn’t feel tired at all.
At the tail end of that sumr, she liked to walk barefoot on the carpet in the Cheney Residence, and she loved to laugh joyfully and unrestrainedly by his side.
Soon, Jasmine Yale forgot about the incident with copying howork, and Sylvan Cheney never ntioned it either.
He didn’t go on any business trips until she started school.
In three days, she caught up with all her howork, sothing she had never dared to imagine before.
Even on the evening before school started, Sylvan Cheney praised her and took her out for ice cream.
It’s just that she got tanned that day, and it took a long ti for her to return to her lighter skin tone.
Although not a distant mory, to the current Jasmine Yale, it felt like a century had passed.
So long, yet out of reach.
When they were young, the flowers were beautiful, and the moon was full.
In the long sumr light years, there were cicadas chirping, green shades, and gentle breezes.
And there was him.
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