Chapter 1558: Chapter 1558: It took a long time for the kiss to end
"Is it okay now?" Jasmine Yale asked, showing him the revised part again.
As she raised her head, her gaze happened to meet his chin.
Sylvan Cheney nodded, "It’s okay."
"The efficiency is a bit low, please don’t mind it. I will get more and more skilled in the future. I’ve noted down all the words and sentences you taught me today. If I encounter the same ones again, I won’t bother you." Jasmine Yale pointed to a document she had created specifically for notes.
The document was open, filled with the things he had taught her.
"It’s no trouble," Sylvan Cheney’s face remained calm.
"Really?" Jasmine’s eyes twinkled like stars in the sky, shining brightly.
"Yes."
"But I’m sure you’ll say I’m silly."
"..."
"Shall I continue translating the next part?" Jasmine asked for his opinion.
"Sure, give it a try, and ask me if you don’t understand something."
"If you’re going to manage the branch company in Cakago, who will take charge of Cheney Family here?" Jasmine asked curiously.
"Someone will take over."
"Oh." Jasmine nodded, not asking further as she didn’t quite understand these matters, "Why don’t you give me some materials on secretarial work or finance to read? I can learn them in my spare time."
"What, you don’t want to work in journalism anymore?"
"Journalism is my interest, but compared to working by your side, I would definitely choose the latter." Jasmine admitted frankly.
If possible, she truly wanted to spend every single moment with him.
"I told you, Cheney Family doesn’t give preferential treatment. To join, you have to interview and start from the ground up."
"Got it!" Jasmine pouted.
Still, she was very fortunate that he didn’t object.
Sylvan Cheney leaned down and kissed her cheek, his lips warm and slightly smoky as they brushed across her face.
"Mmm..." Jasmine was moved, she put down the tablet and turned her face, attempting to find his lips.
Sylvan cupped her face, his thin lips moving from her cheek to her lips.
Instantly, a spark of intimacy ignited the air.
His kiss was gentle at first, like a river in March, delicate and slow.
Gradually, the kiss deepened and became overwhelmingly dominant.
In matters of kissing, he always liked to take the lead.
Jasmine was used to submitting, following him like a little kitten.
After a long time, the kiss finally ended.
Jasmine’s breath was uneven, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shimmering with desire.
"Do you want to go to the balcony? I’ll make you a cup of tea," Sylvan asked softly.
"I’ll do it myself." Jasmine was flattered.
"You just need to tell me if you want to drink."
Jasmine’s cheeks reddened, she nodded slightly.
How could she not want to drink the tea he made with his own hands?
Sylvan straightened up, a slight smile at the corner of his lips as he turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Jasmine watched his back, her heart in turmoil as if a jar of sugar had been spilled.
The sweetness seeped into her every fiber.
While he was making tea, she hugged her tablet and his notebook and headed to the balcony.
She chose the largest balcony on purpose, with a table, a sofa, chairs, and sunlight.
She tied her hair up with a sapphire blue ribbon and sat quietly on the chair, waiting for him to return.
The sunlight was bright, the floor gleaming with a clean shine, clear and warm.