Chapter 1090: Chapter 1090: You and Sweet Kitty Are Both Mine Chapter 1090: Chapter 1090: You and Sweet Kitty Are Both Mine In her memory, he had never been interested in these things.

Moreover, he had always been very busy, every minute was immensely precious.

“The words you say casually, I take them seriously,” Sylvan Cheney looked at her with endless amusement in his eyes.

“You’re not busy?” Jasmine Yale asked again in surprise, “Didn’t you come to Cakago for meetings or work?”

“Didn’t I say, a date.”

“You’re lying to me.”

“Why would I lie to you?” Sylvan laughed, “We’re here, get out, don’t be late. I’ll go to your place and check on Sweet Kitty.”

The drive was really short, just a few words’ worth of time.

It was still drizzling outside the window, with a shallow layer of water on the ground.

The weather was quite cold, with dense clouds overhead.

Jasmine Yale stood in the rain with a Little Flower umbrella, a few raindrops speckling her black boots.

With a blank expression in her glossy large eyes, she stood in the rain with her backpack, watching Sylvan Cheney roll up the car window.

Jasmine Yale hadn’t expected that Sylvan would be waiting outside the classroom early when she got out at noon.

Sweet Kitty was lively, jumping up and down in the car.

“This cat you’ve got is quite like you,” Sylvan couldn’t help saying, “lively, active, and clingy.”

“I found Sweet Kitty on the street, maybe it’s fate!”

“Sweet Kitty was found by you, and you were found by me, so both you and Sweet Kitty are mine, right?” Sylvan squinted his narrow eyes.

“This… works?”

Jasmine’s logical reasoning wasn’t very strong, this worked?

It would work?!

Sylvan drove her back to her small apartment, and Jasmine hadn’t expected him to have cooked a table full of meals.

As soon as the door opened, the aroma hit them, very enticing.

Jasmine didn’t even know he could cook so well.

He stood at the doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, his deep eyes fixed on her, “Considering lunch, will you let me come in?”

“Come in, you’ve been at my apartment all morning, now you start acting polite, how hypocritical,” Jasmine Yale scoffed.

The food was still hot, looking like it had just been made.

There were her favorites, pan-fried cod, curry shrimp, braised pork, rock-grilled beef, several vegetable dishes, and corn rib soup.

It was abundant and exceptionally tempting.

“How long… did you cook?” Jasmine looked at the table full of dishes in disbelief.

“All morning.”

“It wasn’t called in for delivery?”

“… ”
Sylvan picked up a rib for her, “Eat more, okay?”

“Got it.” Jasmine really liked these.

Her dining table was small, squarely shaped, and she and Sylvan sat close to each other.

She tasted a few bites of the dishes he made, they were really delicious, the flavors quite impressive.

Possibly, she was quite fortunate to have him personally cook and prepare the dishes.

“This piece is too fatty, don’t eat it,” Jasmine Yale scoffed, pointing at a piece of braised pork.

“Picky eater.”

“How am I picky, clearly you’re the pickiest, followed by the little guy Chale Cheney,” Jasmine blurted out without thinking.

Suddenly, she realized she had said too much.

Between them, it was as if they were two fragile porcelains, a missed step, a stone flying by, would lead to mutual destruction.

She knew his caution, and she had always been meticulous and careful.

“You’re so good at cooking, I’ve never seen you cook before,” Jasmine changed the subject swiftly.

“I didn’t have the mood before.”

“Did you feed Sweet Kitty this morning? Did you play with her? She’s very lively and likes to play with people.”

“I know.”

Jasmine smiled softly and continued to eat.