Chapter 1158: Chapter 1158: Do You Want to Fatten Me into a Rabbit?

Jasmine Yale found herself embarrassed and stopped asking questions.

It truly was self-inflicted embarrassment.

“I need to step out for a bit, and since you refuse to return to Cakago, just stay at the Cheney Residence,” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.

“When will you be back? I’ll follow you.”

“Depends on the situation,” he replied.

After finishing, he picked a black coat and put it on.

“It’s cooling down outside today; don’t go out if it’s not necessary,” Sylvan cautioned. “I’ll buy your plane ticket as soon as possible.”

“Oh.”

Jasmine’s eyes shimmered with broken gloss.

Did he not rush her today because he hadn’t bought the plane ticket?

She wouldn’t leave, she wouldn’t leave without knowing the truth.

Returning to Landon from Cakago wasn’t easy; she had sat on the plane for twelve whole hours.

“Come downstairs to eat, don’t go back to sleep,” Sylvan ordered.

“…” Jasmine didn’t utter a word, her head bowed to look at the carpet below.

“Mute now?” he turned his head, looking at her listless self.

“Are you leaving or not?” Jasmine also looked up at him.

Although she was forgetful, she hadn’t reached the fish’s seven-second memory span; she still remembered what he said last night.

She was just a rabbit he used for fun.

“Be good, and if I find you haven’t eaten or you’ve been sleeping when I get back, I won’t let you off easily.”

“So annoying,” Jasmine didn’t know when he had become so nagging.

Sylvan walked over, leaned down close to her face: “Do you know what you said in your dreams? Hmm?”

“What?” Jasmine blinked her eyes wide in surprise.

She knew she sometimes talked in her sleep, but she really didn’t know exactly what she’d said.

Looking at Sylvan’s expression, what had she said…?

His warm hand patted her face, lips curved in a smile: “Think about it yourself.”

After saying that, he straightened up and walked out of the bedroom.

Think about it herself? Is that something she could just think about?

“Damn it…” Jasmine watched his retreating figure, unable to hold back.

What exactly had she said?

Butler Santana had prepared a table full of dishes today, even though Mr. Cheney was not home for dinner, but Jasmine Yale was.

Having not seen Jasmine Yale for over half a year, he was quite surprised.

And, he always felt Mr. Cheney was different from usual.

This difference only showed when he saw Miss Yale, and Butler Santana could sense it.

‘Miss Yale, I stewed corn and pork rib soup today, it’s nourishing, you should eat more. Miss Yale, you’ve lost weight over these six months. Mr. Cheney instructed me last night to make the soup,” Butler Santana said.

Jasmine sat at the dining table, enticed by the fragrance of the corn and pork rib soup.

Every dish on the table was her favorite.

“Butler Santana, losing weight is in fashion now,” Jasmine smiled.

“Why bother losing more weight? Miss Yale, you are already so thin,” Butler Santana said with concern, “if you get any thinner, a breeze might carry you away.”

Jasmine looked at the table full of dishes and wondered, “Is this to make me a fat rabbit?”

Butler Santana didn’t understand, he hadn’t grasped the meaning behind Jasmine’s words.

Jasmine didn’t elaborate further and picked up her chopsticks.

If she truly was a rabbit, then she was a lean one for now, waiting to be fattened up before being slaughtered.

“Does he usually come home for meals?” Jasmine asked casually.

“Mr. Cheney? Since you left, Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney rarely eats at home anymore, I hear he’s very busy,” the butler replied.

“Oh.”

Jasmine tasted the pork ribs; they were delicious.

Butler Santana’s culinary skills were as good as Aunt Hurst’s; it was still the familiar taste she knew.

Because Sylvan Cheney had forbidden her from going out, she simply wore a sweater and tied her hair up with a sapphire blue headband.