Chapter 1455: Chapter 1455: Jasmine Yale, After Eighteen Years
Jasmine Yale’s heart was pounding uncontrollably, beat after beat, rapidly.
Because she was nervous, her hands trembled slightly.
He was pressed against her back, and even though he was warm, her body was stiff.
Did he know? Or did he notice something?
“Hmm? Why aren’t you talking?” Sylvan Cheney’s deep voice fell by her ear, his cool lips brushing across her cheek and neck.
“I’ll grind the coffee for you, wait for me outside.”
“Oh?” Sylvan Cheney drew out the word, his fingers prying open the wooden stopper on the candy jar.
Once the lid was opened, that white pill lay quietly inside, surrounded by colorful candies.
The candies were made by her during her idle moments, using fruit juice.
Jasmine Yale bowed her head, her lips moved slightly, suddenly unsure how to start.
He knew all along.
In front of him, she couldn’t hide even the smallest of secrets.
“Jasmine Yale, it’s been eighteen years,” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently, “I’ve known you for eighteen years. Tell me, how well do you think I should understand you?”
Jasmine Yale’s hand twitched, her long eyelashes drooping slightly.
It turns out that they had known each other for so many years.
Almost half a lifetime.
But why did she not understand him as well?
And yet, he knew her like the back of his hand.
Was she too simple?
Jasmine Yale bit her lip, whispered silently, her long eyelashes trembling constantly.
She was waiting for him to get angry, for him to burst into fury.
He wouldn’t allow her to do things behind his back, and this matter was important, yet she hadn’t mentioned a word about it to him.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to mention it, but rather… she hadn’t figured it out.
Only, before she had time to figure it out, he discovered her little maneuvers.
Sylvan Cheney took the white pill out of the candy jar, pinched it lightly with his fingertips, and crushed it to powder.
The white powder fell at Jasmine Yale’s feet.
Sylvan Cheney did not let go of her, one hand still tightly encircling her waist.
For a moment, the air was somewhat silent.
The quieter it was, the more panicked Jasmine became.
Swallowing her saliva, she took the initiative to speak: “It’s not poison.”
“Even if you had ten times the courage, you wouldn’t dare to mess with poison,” Sylvan Cheney said flatly.
“It’s sleeping pills I bought for when I’m having trouble sleeping… just one pill,” she said, her voice getting lower as she went on.
“Oh?” He intoned softly at the end.
“I was wrong, okay? I was wrong,” Jasmine Yale bit her lip, it was better if he scolded her, the worst was if he remained silent.
But she couldn’t guess what he was thinking, either.
“Jasmine Yale…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Jasmine Yale suddenly turned around, stood on her tiptoes, looped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips proactively.
She was afraid.
She didn’t want him to get angry.
She nibbled on his lips like a little dog, without any finesse.
Her hands were looped around his neck, her body rubbing against him.
She wanted to pry open his lips, but he pursed them tightly, not allowing her any further action.
Jasmine Yale was a bit desperate, nibbling at him wildly.
She didn’t know how to apologize to him; she also didn’t know if acting cute would make things fine.
While kissing him, she could distinctly feel that his body did not react at all, and there wasn’t even a hint of emotion.
After a good while, he kept his lips pursed, not letting her in.
Finally, Jasmine Yale let go of his lips feeling dejected, her hands sliding down from his neck, her eyes filled with endless disappointment.
“You won’t forgive me?” she bit her lip.
If this wouldn’t get his forgiveness, he must really be angry with her.
“Who gave you the pill,” Sylvan Cheney asked indifferently.
Jasmine Yale didn’t make a sound.