Chapter 1539: Chapter 1539: Not Necessarily With Her Till Old Age
Jasmine Yale, knowing he couldn’t see her expression, laughed mischievously, “That’s because you led me astray. I used to be so innocent—more innocent than Chale Cheney.”
“Are you planning to just throw your shame away now?”
“…” Jasmine rolled her eyes. “You’re so annoying.”
Seriously.
He really was the one who led her astray.
But the thought that he was willing to share some things from work with her still made her very happy.
At least, he wasn’t as aloof as before.
Back then, his world had been a mystery to her. But now, he was willing to let her in—at least a little.
After breakfast,
Sylvan Cheney drove her to one of the malls owned by the Cheney Group.
The entire third floor was dedicated to clothing, and Sylvan had already cleared out the space beforehand.
Until the Cheney Group was fully transitioned to Jesse Rowan, Sylvan was still the president of the company.
“Try anything you like; don’t hold back,” Sylvan said as he walked her upstairs.
“Alright!” Jasmine beamed. “I wasn’t planning on holding back anyway. Isn’t it only natural for a husband to buy clothes for his wife?”
She playfully used terms that only couples would use.
To her surprise, Sylvan didn’t object. He just let out a light “Mm.”
Jasmine walked into a store.
Though she was fully aware he might never officially acknowledge her, and they might not grow old together, at this moment, she still felt happy.
She wasn’t sure if this could be considered the “honeymoon phase.”
And she didn’t know if, after this phase, they would still be together.
In the past, she would never accept anything he bought for her, because he had always treated her like an outsider to the Cheney Family.
Now, whenever he gave her a gift, she would accept it. Subconsciously, she no longer wanted to draw such firm lines between them.
Only outsiders would insist on such clear boundaries.
But she didn’t want to be his outsider.
Thinking of this, she looked up at him.
At that very moment, Sylvan’s gaze fell on her face. Their eyes met, and she smiled warmly at him, her eyes sparkling like stars and moonlight.
“Pick something for me,” she said with a particularly radiant smile, her tone carrying a hint of playful coquettishness.
Sylvan lifted his hand, his long fingers landing on the clothing rack. “Alright.”
Maybe it was because they’d known each other for eighteen years, but he seemed to know her preferences like the back of his hand—sometimes better than she knew them herself.
“This dress—try it on,” Sylvan said, handing her a burgundy velvet gown.
Jasmine hesitated to take it. “Isn’t it a bit too mature?”
“Still think you’re a little girl?”
“Aren’t I? Or are you saying, in your eyes, I’m already old?” she asked, pouting.
“No, you’ve always been the Little Princess. Mine.” His tone grew a bit possessive with those last two words.
Jasmine’s heart thudded wildly at his flirtation. She took the dress from his hand.
They say men don’t enjoy shopping, but Sylvan didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he quite liked accompanying Jasmine while she tried on clothes.
Especially when she stepped out of the dressing room, dressed in one outfit after another, his expression maintained a certain satisfied enjoyment throughout.
“This dress is a bit tight.”
“This color doesn’t suit me very well.”
“This one… doesn’t feel very practical.”
Women tend to be picky when shopping for clothes, and Jasmine was no exception. She tried on one outfit after another.
“Try this one—it’s a new design that just came out,” Sylvan said, picking out a white lace dress for her.
“Okay!” Jasmine responded cheerfully.
When she emerged from the dressing room again, she glanced at herself in the mirror. “The design of this one sort of resembles a mini wedding dress.”
“Do you like it?”