Chapter 1157: Chapter 1157 Baby… Love you…

Sylvan Cheney let her indulge in sleep for another half-hour, as long as she was asleep, he kept her company.

Jasmine Yale’s black hair fell on her fair shoulders, and he swallowed hard, the depths of his eyes holding a profound luminescence.

Jasmine Yale had another dream, dreaming about her cat, Sweet Kitty.

When she found Sweet Kitty and brought it home, it was a day of wild winds, and she hurried along the road, fearing the onset of a thunderstorm.

That’s how she came across Sweet Kitty.

The little one was hiding in the bushes, having just been born not long ago, barely able to meow, with its eyes still half closed.

Perhaps because it was hungry, the little one lay motionless.

Jasmine took it home, bought cat food for it, got shots for it, cared for it when it was ill.

After some time, the little creature began to bounce around energetically, following her everywhere.

She was grateful she picked it up, for since then, she was never lonely again.

This time, it was the longest they had ever been apart.

“Sweet Kitty, my baby…” whispered Jasmine, speaking in her dream.

“…” Sylvan’s eyebrows knotted with suppressed anger. A cat, occupying her thoughts to this extent?

“Baby, my baby…” Jasmine curled around Sylvan’s neck, nuzzling him.

“…”

“Baby… love you…”

“…”

“emmm…” Jasmine smacked her lips, still dreaming, hearing Sweet Kitty “meowing” at her.

Sweet Kitty licked her hand, and mimicking Sweet Kitty, she stuck out her tongue and gave a lick.

That lick landed right on Sylvan Cheney’s face.

“Get up!” Sylvan couldn’t bear it anymore, his face darkened as he yanked her out of the bedcovers.

Her body, which had been hot and bothered, now felt ablaze.

Jasmine was almost violently pulled by her collar out of the bedcovers by Sylvan, like when she was a child, not wanting to go to school, being plucked from her bed just the same.

Still groggy, she had not had time to react before he tossed her onto the bed like a chicken.

“What’s the matter, what time is it…” Jasmine was still sleepy, rubbing her eyes, refusing to wake up.

Sylvan couldn’t deal with her anymore, feeling as if he were about to explode.

He pushed her away, entered the bathroom, and closed the door.

Jasmine sat on the bed, dazed, wondering who she was, what she was meant to do, what life was all about…

She remained in this stupor for a while, until she finally rubbed her eyes and came to her senses.

Oh, this was Sylvan Cheney’s home.

Jasmine picked out a white sweater from the wardrobe, stumbling drowsily to the dressing mirror.

“Not good-looking…”

She went to pick out another one, this time a burgundy sweater.

She liked this one much more.

But she felt incredibly weak, and just wanted to sleep.

The sky outside was clear and bright, a beautiful day. Winters in Landon were very dry, but the Cheney Residence was surrounded by excellent greenery and environment, especially in terms of vegetation.

She changed into her clothes with difficulty, opting for a simple sweater and wool skirt.

When Sylvan came out, she was sitting on the bed, resting her chin in her hands, looking foolish and unresponsive.

Sylvan was picking clothes from the wardrobe; the only sound in the bedroom was the clinking of hangers.

He took off his robe right before her. As Jasmine looked up, she caught sight of the deep and shallow scars on his back, startlingly evident.

They had quarreled the night before, and she didn’t want to pry.

But in the end, she couldn’t help herself, her eyes wide open: “Are you hurt?”

Sylvan was quick, already pulling on a sweater.

He had thought Jasmine was daydreaming, but paused for a moment when he heard her question.

It was just a few seconds’ hesitation, and his expression returned to normal: “It’s nothing.”

“It looks serious.”

“That’s just how it looks.”