Chapter 1089: Chapter 1089: He is tall and straight Chapter 1089: Chapter 1089: He is tall and straight She called out a “thank you.”

But she knew he definitely couldn’t hear her.

Before long, Jasmine Yale’s phone rang, and she quickly opened it.

He had sent her a text message, “Go back, take a hot shower, and go to sleep early.”

Jasmine looked down at the building one more time before she closed the window and returned with her chocolate.

As she drew the curtains, a shimmering gleam of moisture lingered in the depths of her eyes, a feeling she couldn’t quite articulate quietly brewing within her.

It was like a jar of wine that, slowly, began to ferment.

A subtle emotion was throbbing in the depths of her heart, like a little sprite, jumping incessantly.

Jasmine Yale unwrapped a piece of chocolate and sampled it.

The flavor was quite good, bitter with a hint of sweet, rich without being cloying, with a lingering aftertaste.

As Jasmine nibbled on the chocolate, her thoughts began to drift.

When she was very little, her mother had bought her chocolate, for she had always loved chocolate then.

Her mother doted on her, often saying that chocolate shouldn’t be eaten too much, but she would still buy it whenever Jasmine wanted some.

The days following her mother’s passing were indeed the darkest period of her life.

It was the first time she experienced what it felt like to be completely alone.

As the chocolate melted in her mouth, Jasmine’s nose turned sour, and a lump rose in her throat.

So many years had passed, yet she still couldn’t forget.

Later, after moving into the Cheney Residence, Sylvan Cheney had bought her chocolate a few times, often when he returned from business trips abroad.

She had never tasted imported chocolate before, and she ate each box with such care, as if fearing they would be gone once consumed.

Now, tasting the chocolate he had given her again, a flood of emotions suddenly overwhelmed her.

As emotions surged, her eyes brimmed with tears, blurring her vision bit by bit.

Outside the window, the rain was drizzling down, moistening the changing light.

…

Early the next morning, as she stepped outside with an umbrella and backpack, she was surprised to find his Mercedes already parked outside.

When Sylvan saw her, he rolled down the window, “Get in.”

Jasmine jogged over, bending down beside the window, “Why are you here? So early, didn’t you sleep a bit longer?”

“You know I don’t have the habit of sleeping in.”

Well… indeed, Jasmine knew.

“Get in, I’ll take you to school.”

“You’re not busy? I can walk there, I don’t live far from school.”

“It’s inconvenient in the rain, get in.”

Jasmine put away her umbrella and sat in the passenger seat.

If it had been in the past, he would certainly have become angry with her persistence.

But ever since he came to Cakago, he hadn’t lost his temper, and his temperament had mellowed significantly.

He was still dressed casually, in a deep gray sweater that outlined his lean and upright figure, adding a youthful and scholarly charm.

Jasmine was also wearing a sweater today, a burgundy turtleneck.

Sylvan couldn’t help but give her a few extra glances, his lips curving into a smile, “Matches well.”

“Hmm?” Jasmine was still busy putting her backpack down.

“Did you eat breakfast? There’s some in the car if you haven’t.”

“I did, I cooked some porridge this morning.”

“What classes do you have this morning?”

“Two on international relations and two literature studies, a pretty full schedule. But the afternoon will be easier, it’s just a lecture. Do you want to come and listen?” Jasmine said offhand.

“Then you’ll need to save me a seat.”

“I was just saying it,” Jasmine said casually, not expecting him to take it seriously.

The school lectures were open to the public, he could indeed come, but she was merely being polite.