Chapter 1627: Chapter 1627: Snuggled into His Chest
In the night, Jasmine Yale felt a cool hand touch her at some unknown hour.
In the darkness, she softly murmured an "mm," half awake.
The familiar scent of him wafted through her nose, and she recognized it was him, mumbling sleepily: "You’re back..."
"Mm, did I wake you?"
"No, your hand’s so cold."
Despite that, Jasmine Yale instinctively moved closer to his chest, pressing her face against it and wrapping her arms around his waist.
That’s been her favorite sleeping position recently, holding him, never letting go.
His body wasn’t particularly warm, but she was.
Before long, Sylvan Cheney also felt the warmth, his large hand wrapped around her waist.
It was already half past two in the night.
"Sleep now." Sylvan Cheney patted her little head.
Jasmine Yale clicked her tongue, feeling the deep pull of sleep, soon returning to her dreams.
Outside, the rain grew heavier, especially in the deep of night, the sound of it more defined.
Even after a bath, the smell of tobacco lingered from the cigarettes he smoked earlier.
Qingming was only a few days away.
In previous years, Jasmine Yale had been young and particularly prone to crying, so he had never taken her to the graveyard.
Later, upon knowing she was the Ximenez Family’s little granddaughter, he had even more reasons not to take her to the graveyard.
At that thought, Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, seeking her forehead in the darkness, and kissed it.
In his embrace, Jasmine Yale let out an unconscious "mm," her little head burrowing further into his chest like a kitten.
Sylvan Cheney held her tight in his arms.
The night was deep, silent like water everywhere, only rain, endlessly entangled.
"Sylvan..." In the darkness, Jasmine Yale called his name, her voice like water, tender as a feather.
Sylvan Cheney heard it, and the softest part of his heart was tugged, like a spring breeze brushing past.
His large hand instinctively pulled her closer into his embrace.
Jasmine Yale slept comfortably, even though Sylvan Cheney’s body was still cool, she wouldn’t let go of him.
The spring rain pattered endlessly.
...
The next morning, Sylvan Cheney woke up early, just as dawn was breaking.
He selected a black suit from his wardrobe, then picked a blue striped tie.
Going downstairs, Jasmine Yale had not awoken yet, he bent down and kissed her forehead, his warm, dry palm caressing her face.
Jasmine Yale drowsily opened her eyes briefly, soon closing them again, clicking her tongue: "Are you heading to the group?"
"Mm, it’s still early, you sleep a bit more."
"Make sure to eat breakfast."
"I will."
Jasmine Yale’s lips curled into a sweet smile, although sleepy, hearing his voice was comforting.
Sylvan Cheney ruffled her hair again, looking at her lovingly twice.
In her slumber, Jasmine Yale was deeply captivating, her rosy cheeks, pink lips, soft hair partly resting on her shoulders.
Over the years, Jasmine Yale had grown from a teenage girl into a charming young woman.
The rain continued to fall.
The sky was gray, white mist swirling in the air.
Sylvan Cheney went downstairs, ate breakfast before driving to the Cheney Family.
His well-defined face didn’t bear many expressions, the lines of his jaw taut, his sharp eyes carried a confident glint.
Raindrops hit the car window, the morning in Landon carried a chill, a scene of typical bustling and busyness.
Halfway through the drive, Sylvan Cheney’s phone rang.
Charles Mcintosh had already arrived at the Cheney Family.
"Mr. Cheney, Jesse Rowan called saying he’ll arrive in half an hour."