Chapter 1615: Chapter 1615: I Like You...
Sylvan Cheney came over not long after.
Charles Mcintosh had just finished peeling an apple.
Sylvan Cheney glanced at the apple in his hand and raised an eyebrow: "Is it for Lilac Serval?"
Charles Mcintosh didn’t deny it, nodded, and pointed to the fruit basket: "There’s more."
Charles Mcintosh didn’t mean anything else, probably just suggesting Sylvan Cheney peel one for Jasmine Yale himself.
However, Lilac Serval didn’t appreciate Charles Mcintosh’s gesture. When Charles handed the apple to her, she casually gave it to Jasmine Yale: "Here, it looks sweet."
Charles Mcintosh: "..."
Sylvan Cheney curled his lips, held Jasmine Yale’s wrist, and returned the apple to Lilac Serval: "I’ll peel one for Jasmine myself."
The apple Charles Mcintosh peeled ended up back in Lilac Serval’s hands.
Lilac Serval had no choice but to take bites of it.
The quiet hospital room suddenly became much livelier.
Charles Mcintosh knew Lilac Serval didn’t have many friends; she wasn’t the type to enjoy socializing, and Jasmine Yale counted as one.
Therefore, he told Jasmine.
After Sylvan Cheney finished peeling an apple for Jasmine Yale, he went to the smoking room next door.
The two women chatted for a long time. Lilac Serval embraced miu miu, her gaze carrying a hint of melancholy and thoughtful reflection.
She said quietly, "Jasmine, I’m going back to Lonton tomorrow. Take care when you go to Cakago."
"Tomorrow?" Jasmine Yale was quite surprised, "Why don’t you stay in Landon? Mr. Mcintosh is still there."
"No, my hometown is in Lonton. Besides, it’s been a long time since I saw Chale Cheney and my mentor; I miss them."
Jasmine Yale was silent for a while.
She hadn’t seen Chale Cheney for a long time, the last time was during the New Year.
"Did Mr. Mcintosh allow you to leave?"
"I’m not anyone to him; he can’t control me that much," Lilac Serval replied casually, "Once I return to Lonton, my life will go back to its original path. I’m used to that life."
"If you’re alone, take good care of yourself."
Lilac Serval nodded.
She bit into the apple in her hand, holding miu miu.
She was accustomed to living alone, carefree, free, and unrestrained.
"Little Lilac, are you really leaving tomorrow? You’re not well yet; it’s not too late to leave after you recover." Jasmine Yale was still a bit reluctant, her gaze intently on Lilac Serval.
"No, I should leave tomorrow. Spring is here; the flowers on my balcony are about to bloom. I want to see them. I don’t know if my mentor helped me trim them; if not, they might grow poorly. I’ll tell you when I leave tomorrow; I won’t leave quietly."
"I’ll go to the airport to see you off."
This time, Lilac Serval didn’t refuse and nodded.
The early spring sunshine streamed through the glass window, casting shimmering patterns on the floor.
Lilac Serval kept hugging the adorable stuffed cat miu miu, her fingers gently stroked its soft fur.
She lowered her brow as her fingers brushed over miu miu’s clothes.
Naïve miu miu had large eyes and small ears, looking both cute and adorable, its fur meticulously soft.
Lilac Serval quite liked this gift.
It was like returning to childhood, when Charles Mcintosh first gave her a doll.
Later, that doll was lost, never to be found.
Just like the once innocent and carefree Lilac Serval, lost and never found again.
Her eyes showed a vacant expression, with no light, and her pupils reflected a drifting sense of daze.
She subconsciously pinched miu miu’s tail, and the adorable voice sounded again: I like you, I like you...
I like you.