Chapter 1153: Chapter 1153: Haven’t Seen You in Half a Year

This time when he came over, Sylvan Cheney was very tight-lipped and wouldn’t tell her anything.

On the contrary, it was she who seemed to have walked into the net voluntarily.

She didn’t like it, she took a shower unhappily, and the master bedroom’s large wardrobe was filled with new women’s clothes, all in her size.

She was thirsty, so she ran out to get some water to drink.

Accidentally, she bumped into Butler Santana, who was tidying up the living room.

Butler Santana was very surprised, even shocked to see Jasmine Yale; wasn’t this Miss Yale?

Her face was full of astonished expressions, truly surprised.

Jasmine Yale nodded awkwardly, “Hello, Butler Santana.”

“Miss Yale, what do you need? I’ll get it for you.” Butler Santana quickly approached.

“I’m just going to pour a cup of hot water.”

“Okay.”

Butler Santana took her thermos flask.

He saw that Jasmine Yale appeared to have just taken a shower, wearing a loose pink silk pajama, her cheeks rosy, her body carrying a light scent of shower gel, her hair half-dry.

“Miss Yale, when did you come back?”

“Tonight, not long ago.”

“Are you not leaving this time?”

Jasmine Yale shook her head, “No, I’m studying in Chicago.”

“What about the winter break? Are you coming back for the winter break? It’s quite long, and it coincides with the New Year,” Butler Santana hurriedly said.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

She had no plans to come back in her heart.

“Miss Yale, whenever you’re free, you should come back for a visit; ever since you left, the house has been empty, and Mr. Cheney doesn’t come back much either,” Butler Santana sighed, “It always feels like the home is missing something.”

“It’s probably because Little Chale left.”

“It’s not entirely that, Mr. Cheney often stands alone on the balcony smoking! Sometimes when I go to clean in the morning, I can sweep up a lot of cigarette butts,” Butler Santana said, “I also don’t dare to criticize Mr. Cheney, I still understand his temper, but continuing like this isn’t good for his health.”

“I also don’t dare to criticize Mr. Cheney,” Jasmine Yale bent her lips slightly.

To criticize him, one would get scolded.

He’s the master here.

He doesn’t listen to anyone.

Smoking and drinking, he’s bound to ruin his health sooner or later.

“Miss Yale helping to persuade him is also good, I always feel Mr. Cheney treats you differently, and Miss Yale, you’ve known Mr. Cheney for over a decade; it’s different for you.”

Jasmine Yale smiled, “Knowing someone for a lifetime doesn’t matter if they’re not close.”

Not close, and can never become close.

She took the thermos flask Butler Santana handed her, warming her hands while talking with him.

Butler Santana was still the same, kind and amiable, very good-natured.

It had been half a year since they last saw each other.

“Miss Yale, don’t say that, I’ve followed Mr. Cheney for so many years, I’m quite clear about his character and temper. He treats you differently… So, whenever you have time, could you please try to persuade Mr. Cheney?”

Jasmine Yale found it difficult to refute, she smiled, “I’ll try my best.”

“Good, good,” Butler Santana was pleased, “Miss Yale, would you like some late-night snack? Should I make you some sweet fermented rice balls?”

“Make it for Mr. Cheney, I’m not very hungry.”

“Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney’s health hasn’t been very good lately, he got injured, and it’s probably inconvenient for him to bathe; Miss Yale… could you help take care of him a bit?”

“Who has been taking care of him during this time?”

“Mr. Cheney hasn’t allowed anyone to take care of him.”

“Why did he get injured?”

“I’m not really sure, about Mr. Cheney’s matters, I don’t dare to ask, and he doesn’t allow people to ask too much.”

Jasmine Yale knew Sylvan Cheney’s temper; if he didn’t want to talk about it, no one would ever know.