Chapter 2386: Chapter 2386: This Dependence Is a Debt of Fate Between Soulmates
Jasmine Yale’s voice carried a hint of laughter, warm like a canary’s song.
Yet, no matter how warm the voice was, it couldn’t dispel the loneliness and chill of a winter night.
"Go to sleep early." Sylvan Cheney touched her forehead, "I’m going to take a bath."
"Hmm... you smell strongly of alcohol, go on and wash up."
Sylvan Cheney stood up, tugged at the tie around his neck, and then walked out of the bedroom.
The door closed.
In the darkness, Jasmine Yale closed her eyes again, but sleep eluded her, as if she could no longer drift off.
Soon, she heard the sound of water in the bathroom, the sound mingling with the wind outside, tracing patterns in her ears.
Jasmine Yale’s waist was somewhat sore and her feet were quite swollen these days. Seeing Sylvan Cheney busy with work, she refrained from bothering him.
It’s good to be home, at least Butler Santana could keep her company.
Before long, the sound of water stopped, replaced by the hum of a hairdryer.
The night grew deep.
When Sylvan Cheney lay down beside her pillow, she still hadn’t managed to fall asleep, half-awake, she hooked his arm, nestling her small head into his embrace.
Sylvan Cheney held her.
"Did you drink a lot tonight? Did you have some hangover tea?" she asked softly.
"You’re not asleep yet?"
"No... I took a nap at noon, not sleepy now."
"Go to sleep, it’s late."
"You haven’t answered me."
"Didn’t drink much, just the usual socializing, I’m not drunk, my head doesn’t hurt."
"Are you tired? If you are, you should sleep. If you’re not sleepy, how about talking to the baby?" Jasmine nudged into his embrace, "If you don’t get close to him, when he’s born, he won’t recognize you."
"Really?"
"Yes." Jasmine pouted in his arms, "Babies can sense things, they get along with whoever’s good to them."
Sylvan Cheney smiled slightly, gently patting her head, "Was he restless today?"
"He wasn’t today, very well-behaved. Thinking that in a month we can see him, I feel so excited. How about you, are you excited?"
"Mm."
Jasmine originally wanted to talk to him about some work stuff, but knowing he didn’t like discussing work with her, she just let it be.
"Are you feeling unwell because you drank too much? Sleep, I won’t disturb you, you have to wake up early tomorrow." Jasmine lay in his embrace.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t say anything more, and Jasmine chose to remain silent as well, as the air sank into deep stillness.
All around was quiet and peaceful.
She loved the scent he carried; sleeping in his arms gave her a profound sense of security.
She wasn’t someone who could easily create a sense of security for herself, and most of the time, that security came from him.
Before the age of eight, she depended on her mother, and after that, she started depending on him.
This dependence was a fated debt of mutual reliance.
As the faint sound of Sylvan Cheney’s breathing brushed against her ears, she knew he might have fallen asleep, yet she still couldn’t find sleep herself.
The moonlight was faint, making the cold winter night feel especially long.
Moonlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, casting slender shadows on the floor.
The next day.
Morning.
Jasmine Yale slept lightly and awoke to the quiet sounds of Sylvan Cheney dressing.
"Let me help you with your tie." She leaned against the pillow, watching his tall and slender back.
He was already dressed in a deep blue shirt and vest, buttoning it up; his tall, straight figure exuded a steady, restrained aura, every movement pleasing to the eye.
Hearing Jasmine Yale’s voice, he turned around, just in time to see her leisurely gazing at him, her eyes still holding the languor of sleep.
