Chapter 2406: Chapter 2406: Looking Timidly at Sylvan Cheney
Kade Yuvan scratched his head, "Got it."
Jasmine Yale didn’t continue chatting with Kade Yuvan; she calmly watched the night view outside the window.
She really wanted to go out for a walk, spend Christmas Eve with the children, maybe Santa Claus would even give her a gift.
The children downstairs were having a great time, chasing and playing, and they’d already built several snowmen.
Jasmine Yale thought of her own childhood.
The winter when she was eight was her first winter at the Cheney Residence, and also her first winter away from her mother.
Winter in Landon is dry and cold, but it’s a city that loves snow.
When the first snow fell, she was as happy as a little rabbit, running into the snow, frolicking and jumping.
She hadn’t been that happy for a long time because she was always afraid of being too rowdy at the Cheney Residence, fearing they wouldn’t want her.
She played in the snow secretly and even built a crooked snowman.
At night, taking advantage that Sylvan Cheney hadn’t returned home, she snuck back to her room, pretending nothing had happened.
Little did she know, Sylvan Cheney found out and knocked on her door when he returned.
"Did you build the snowman outside?"
"Uh..." She wouldn’t dare to lie, looking timidly at Sylvan Cheney, afraid to move, her big eyes filled with fear, "It was me."
"Were you outside playing all day?"
"I finished my homework..." she twisted her fingers, panicking.
"Don’t play for so long next time, you’ll catch a cold." he said blandly.
After he finished speaking, he left.
Back then, she was young, she listened to whatever he said because she was afraid of being sent away.
Especially in winter, if she were sent away, it would be very cold outside, very cold. She had experienced that, and didn’t want to experience it again; she feared that kind of desolation and loneliness.
The first few years at the Cheney Residence, she was very cautious in everything she did. The first thing that came to her mind was whether he would be unhappy, whether he would scold her.
The inferiority complex and cautious personality took root at that time, but later, their relationship improved a lot, and she was no longer on eggshells, speaking to him whenever she wanted.
Whether he responded or not was one thing, as long as she loved to speak.
Her character also gradually became more cheerful around that time, but the deep-rooted cautiousness had never been overcome, even to this day.
Her mind drifted again to some bits and pieces of the Cheney Residence.
Childhood had its simplicity, and the purest joy and ease, at least she didn’t have to deal with people or things she didn’t want to deal with.
Haha... Jasmine Yale rubbed her temples, coming back from her memories.
It’s been so many years, why was she still thinking about it?
Sylvan Cheney’s son was already a few years old, and she also had children; why was she still dwelling on the past?
Snowflakes drifted down, like flying catkins.
Jasmine Yale stood up and poured herself a glass of plain water.
Time passed without her notice.
A knock sounded at the door—
"Knock, knock, knock," the sound wasn’t loud, yet it was especially clear.
Butler Santana walked over from the living room, "Coming, coming! Ah... Mr. Cheney? Why are you here so late?"
Under the table lamp, Jasmine Yale paused for a moment, stood up, and walked outside.
Sylvan Cheney was wearing a black coat, his hair and shoulders probably dusted with snow, wet in patches; perhaps due to the frigid cold, his face didn’t look good, his lips even turned purple from the cold.
There was quite a distance from the entrance of the community to her building, Sylvan Cheney’s leather shoes were soaked through, even the cuffs of his pants had turned dark.
In his hand, he was holding a tightly wrapped cup of milk tea.
Jasmine Yale stood dumbfounded in the living room.
