Chapter 2408: Chapter 2408: Gave Sylvan Cheney a Handful of Candy
Sylvan Cheney kept his head down, walking slowly, but he didn’t look up at the building again, moving towards the exit of the complex amidst the light snow.
The Christmas atmosphere in the complex was very strong, with many children around.
Snowflakes fell on his jet-black hair, and soon formed a thin layer, yet he walked on as if he felt nothing.
Jasmine Yale frowned.
In this weather outside, doesn’t he feel cold at all?
His tall figure gradually disappeared into the snow, under the streetlights, he still looked the same as before—handsome, noble, reserved, like a beautiful scenery without any need for action.
Jasmine Yale recalled when it snowed in the past, she used to walk side by side with him, and at that time, looking down showed only the glow of the light and the white snow, while looking up greeted his gentle face.
Reality and memory intertwined, eroding her heart.
Just as Jasmine Yale was about to look away, she saw a little boy fall in the snow!
She became a bit nervous.
Ever since she got pregnant, she couldn’t bear to see children getting hurt.
The little boy lay down in the snow, crying loudly, his little face buried in the snow, even his red Christmas hat had fallen off.
The little boy cried pitifully, his voice loud and clear.
Sylvan Cheney quickly took large strides over, crouched down, picked up the child from the snow, and patted the snow off him.
The little boy cried bitterly, his eyes red, his small hands wrapped around Sylvan Cheney’s neck.
Sylvan Cheney crouched in the snow and helped him pick up his hat, putting it back on for him.
No one knew what Sylvan Cheney said to him, but the little boy nodded continuously, stopped crying soon after, and even smiled through his tears.
From a distance, Jasmine Yale could only see Sylvan Cheney’s back, yet he stood with the little boy in a very harmonious scene.
Soon, Sylvan Cheney stood up, handing the little boy over to his mother.
As he was leaving, the little boy handed Sylvan Cheney a handful of candies, hopping away joyfully.
Sylvan Cheney’s figure gradually faded into the distance.
Until he couldn’t be seen anymore.
Jasmine Yale blankly withdrew her gaze, sipping the red bean milk tea in her hand.
Her eyes were calm, like a still pond without a ripple, silent.
Butler Santana walked in: "Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney is truly considerate, rushing over in the snow to bring you milk tea."
"Yes, indeed."
Jasmine Yale didn’t say much more.
Actually, sometimes she really wanted to open up his heart to see what it was like.
"When he gets home, give him a call. The snow is heavy outside, and the roads are slippery."
"Okay, I know."
For some reason, Butler Santana always felt that Jasmine Yale harbored some concerns, but he couldn’t tell where her worries lay.
Logically, Jasmine Yale should be very happy now, but she didn’t seem particularly excited.
"These days the temperature is very low, with both snow and ice; we hope the baby doesn’t decide to come out now." Butler Santana prayed.
"No, the little one is so obedient, definitely won’t choose these days to be born." Only when talking about the baby did Jasmine Yale’s face show a genuinely happy expression.
"Miss Yale, is the milk tea good?"
"The milk tea always tastes good."
"Later, take a hot bath to warm up; I’ll go check the water temperature for you."
Jasmine Yale didn’t say much, quietly looking down at the milk tea in her hand.
Her gaze was somewhat hazy, with a hint of indescribable faintness.
After a long while, she stood up and walked outside to the bedroom.
Behind her, the snow continued to fall silently.
