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But, he genuinely didn’t like to eat it.

Back then, as soon as he scrunched his brows, not wanting to eat, she would blink her big eyes at him: “I only share things I like with you.”

She would stretch out her small tender hand to feed him.

Helpless, he would eat it.

Back then, shoulder to shoulder, watching TV, chatting.

She had a lot to say, he never seemed to mind.

It’s just that, he spoke very little, very little.

She could never figure out what was on his mind, she tried to ask him once, “Mr. Cheney, do you dislike girls who talk a lot? Do you think they’re particularly annoying?”

He would only respond lightly with two words: “Not really.”

What does “not really” mean?

She was stupid and couldn’t figure it out, so she didn’t ask anymore.

If it weren’t for her breaking all their unspoken rules three years ago, maybe she would’ve gradually grown up.

Graduating from high school, university, joining a company, working, getting married.

Life going along a predetermined trajectory.

He would also do the same, he would bring a strange girl to the Cheney Residence and tell her, this is his future wife.

She had imagined this scenario countless times, she couldn’t imagine him chatting and laughing with another girl at home.

Would he… treat her the same way?

“Jasmine Yale.” Sylvan Cheney started to speak.

“Ah…” Jasmine Yale heard his voice and turned around.

Just now, she was reminded of the past again.

Under the light, she looked at him.

He was much colder, more mature, and less approachable than three years ago.

She and him… couldn’t get close anymore.

There’s no going back to the past now.

The him of the past was her little secret, she would carefully hide it in her heart, not daring to tell anyone.

He was a beautiful existence in her heart, even when she was confessing, she would do it subtly, acting indifferent.

“Why bring up Little Cutie?” Sylvan Cheney looked at her.

“No reason, just want to know whether Mr. Cheney’s son is really cute or not.” Jasmine Yale said nonchalantly.

Who cared about his son.

“My son, ugly?” Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brows.

“No picture no truth, Mr. Cheney, why not let me see your son?” Jasmine Yale smiled, “If Mr. Cheney doesn’t mind, let him call me ‘auntie’?”

Sylvan Cheney’s face hardened.

“Forget it, if Mr. Cheney is unwilling, then let’s forget about it.”

Jasmine Yale felt uneasy under his gaze, she stood up, picking up the clothes that had fallen on the floor.

This time, she walked towards the bathroom, he did not stop her.

Sylvan Cheney went out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette.

As soon as the window opened, the cold outdoor air blew in.

Halfway through his cigarette, he made a phone call to Charles McIntosh.

“Is everything sorted out from tonight?”

“Mr. Cheney, we’ve caught the person.”

“Report the situation.”

“Last time, we seized a piece of land, some residents took the money but were unwilling to move, they wanted more money.”

“Hmm.”

“Following your advice, we took a hard stance, some were unhappy, so they resorted to illegal means, that’s how tonight’s incident happened.”

“Oh.” Sylvan Cheney was not very concerned.

So it was that matter, it seemed that he worried too much.

He only feared it was an old debt from more than twenty years ago.

Thinking about the past, he took a couple of hard drags of his cigarette, his brow furrowed.

“Mr. Cheney, I’m sorry, tonight’s matter was due to my negligence, I will punish myself.”

“No need, it’s not relevant to you.” Sylvan Cheney said lightly, “How’s the matter of that plot of land in the north of the city coming along?”

“In discussion, they’ve started to relent.”

“Hmm.”

When Jasmine Yale came out after taking a shower, she saw Sylvan Cheney on the phone.

She didn’t want to wake Little Chaley, so she was thinking of going to the balcony to dry her hair..