Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072: Holding a Woman in Public Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072: Holding a Woman in Public Sylvan Cheney saw that she was very angry and was quite puzzled, “Why are you angry.”

“Forget it.”

Jasmine Yale felt that it was impossible to explain the concept of “money” to someone like him, a wealthy young master.

So, Jasmine had no choice but to lean reluctantly against the railing, sipping on her milk tea, and winding the balloon string around her ring finger.

As for the roses, she really had no hands to hold them, so she gave them to Sylvan Cheney.

Jasmine’s heart ached terribly.

She had only promised to take care of him while he was drunk, but how could she support someone so wasteful? Could she afford it? Could she?

Forget it, he had given her a cup during the day, forget it, forget it.

Not angry anymore.

Really not angry anymore.

Half an hour later, the fireworks show began.

Bunches and bunches of fireworks were set off, rising into the sky, and suddenly, a myriad of colorful flowers bloomed in the pitch-black night sky.

Clusters of flowers and a kaleidoscope of colors.

The surroundings lit up, and the lake water also turned multicolored.

The crowd around them started to stir, everyone looking up at the sky.

Jasmine was no exception, she looked up at the fireworks, dazzled by them.

Her pupils reflected the bright colors, mirroring the multicolored sparks, making her sparkling eyes even more brilliant and beautiful, like dazzling black pearls.

Surprises and exclamations burst from the crowd from time to time!

The most excited of all were the children, jumping around, dancing with their hands and feet.

Seeing such beautiful fireworks, Jasmine’s mood suddenly smoothed out.

All displeasure was swept away in that instant.

The sound of the fireworks was deafening, mixed with the children’s screams, and Jasmine’s heart also fluttered at that moment.

Beautiful things always bring happiness to people.

Even if it’s just for an instant, that instant is the closest to bliss.

The crowd jostled, and there were many people.

Sylvan Cheney stood behind her, protecting her, not letting her get bumped into by anyone.

At first, he just protected her, but a few minutes later, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Jasmine wasn’t wearing high heels, and his chin rested on her head, gently rubbing against it.

Jasmine froze, her body stiff in his arms.

She didn’t turn around, her heart rhythm erratically, beating faster, thump thump.

Her mood for watching fireworks was suddenly in disarray, she became a bit distracted.

Her gaze remained fixed ahead, blurred and confused.

Sylvan’s heart also skipped a beat erratically, intoxicated in the moment.

Between her strands of hair was a fresh floral fragrance; his chin gently brushed against her soft hair.

Given his nature, Sylvan rarely embraced a woman in public.

Now, holding Jasmine actively, he felt somewhat uneasy.

His arms tightened around her waist.

His heart moved with the wind, beating violently, over and over.

He closed his eyes slightly, turned his head, and kissed her on the cheek.

Jasmine’s hand trembled, and the helium balloon on her ring finger slipped away and flew off…

“You are the only light I chase in this world…” he whispered in her ear, his voice very light, low and mellow.

In his half-life of violence and darkness, he had been close to hell countless times, and brushed shoulders with death just as many times.

In his world, one could see gloom and cold, but there was no sign of sunlight or brightness.

The sound of fireworks was too loud, Jasmine didn’t hear what he said, only feeling a tickle in her ear.

She turned her head in his arms, her bright, wide eyes vaguely looking at him, “What did you say?”