Chapter 2407: Chapter 2407: It’s Nothing Special
Her eyes sparkled with a somewhat unclear luster, and as she looked at Sylvan Cheney, he also looked at her.
"Mr. Cheney, please come in, it’s too cold outside, there’s heating inside the house," Butler Santana quickly said.
At the door, a burst of cold wind.
Jasmine Yale was still wearing loose loungewear, her pregnant belly showing. She only glanced at Sylvan Cheney before looking away.
"No, I have urgent matters to attend to," Sylvan Cheney didn’t step inside, just handed the milk tea in his hand to Butler Santana, "This is for Jasmine."
"Mr. Cheney, you are really thoughtful, this is Miss Yale’s favorite red bean milk tea from a brand she likes very much," Butler Santana was very pleased, not noticing anything amiss, "Mr. Cheney, don’t you even have time for a cup of hot tea?"
"It’s snowing heavily outside, I have several projects that need urgent handling."
Butler Santana didn’t understand these things, so he regretfully said, "Shall I take you? Miss Yale isn’t very convenient."
Sylvan Cheney’s gaze remained on Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine could feel it.
She simply walked to the door, looked at Sylvan Cheney calmly, "It’s snowing heavily outside, drive carefully."
"Mm, I know."
"Going out without a scarf, you’ll catch a cold." Jasmine looked towards his collar.
He had forgotten to wear a scarf again today.
Didn’t she just buy him a new scarf?
Sylvan Cheney nodded, "Got it."
"Mm, it’s getting late, since you’re busy, you should head back!" Jasmine Yale wasn’t very sentimental.
But Butler Santana felt a bit guilty, "Miss Yale, it’s Christmas Eve, aren’t you inviting Mr. Cheney in for a while?"
"He’s busy, you know." Jasmine Yale smiled.
"Merry Christmas Eve." Sylvan Cheney suddenly spoke, his deep gaze falling on her face.
Jasmine Yale smiled gently, "You too."
At the door, the cold wind kept blowing in.
Very cold.
Butler Santana handed the milk tea to Jasmine Yale and went to the fruit basket for apples.
Jasmine Yale’s hands were originally cold; grabbing the warm milk tea warmed her palms.
Butler Santana quickly brought an apple and stuffed it into Sylvan Cheney’s hand, "Mr. Cheney, it’s Christmas Eve, have an apple."
Jasmine Yale spoke up before Sylvan Cheney could, teasingly saying, "Butler Santana, he already has apples at his company, doesn’t need one from us; besides, it’s not anything special."
She seemed to be smiling, but was actually mocking.
However, Butler Santana didn’t hear it.
Sylvan Cheney’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Butler Santana still handed the apple to Sylvan Cheney, "Mr. Cheney, since you’re busy, I won’t keep you. Please visit when you have time. The snow is heavy today, do drive carefully."
"Mm, I’ll be on my way." Sylvan Cheney glanced at Butler Santana and then at Jasmine Yale.
"Go on." Jasmine Yale said lightly, "I won’t keep you."
Sylvan Cheney paused at the door for a dozen seconds before turning to walk to the elevator.
Butler Santana watched Sylvan Cheney’s back with some reluctance.
Jasmine Yale, on the other hand, was nonchalant, turned back to the room with her milk tea.
The milk tea was her favorite red bean milk tea, the one she wanted most at this moment.
She took the straw, sipped it.
Still her favorite flavor, warm, sweet.
Holding the milk tea, she stood by the window on the balcony, looking downstairs.
Before long, Sylvan Cheney’s tall figure appeared in view, his hands in his coat pockets, umbrella-less, footsteps marking the snow as he walked away.
