Chapter 1160: Chapter 1160: It’s All Spoiled by Him

Such as crying, such as restlessness during sleep, such as copying homework…

She had made mistakes, and he knew them all.

Possibly, she could not find someone who knew her better than Sylvan Cheney did.

Jasmine Yale put down her phone and sat on the sofa, playing with Riceball.

With its wagging tail, Riceball was especially friendly and seemed very energetic; it cooperated with her as she played.

With Sweet Kitty absent, having Riceball with her was good enough.

It wasn’t too lonely.

She took Riceball to the balcony and then fetched some interesting books from Sylvan’s study.

Between them, if a third party wasn’t mentioned, they could coexist peacefully, and he wouldn’t abuse her.

Butler Santana made her tea and placed it on the coffee table on the balcony.

Jasmine Yale took off her shoes and stepped on the fluffy white rug on the floor, feeling a ticklish sensation that she very much enjoyed

She sat in the wicker chair, rubbing the rug with her feet as she read.

Sunlight poured in through the clear windows, casting a shallow golden hue on her face.

The air was infused with the fresh scent of grapefruit, elegant and understated, mixed with the aroma of milk tea.

Time like this, Jasmine Yale could spend an entire afternoon.

Thinking that Sylvan Cheney wouldn’t return until late, she was surprised when he arrived windblown around three or four in the afternoon.

The black Rolls-Royce parked downstairs, and Jasmine Yale saw it from the balcony.

He came home and went directly to where she was.

“What are you reading?” Sylvan Cheney stood behind her, leaning over with his hands on the back of her chair, effectively enclosing her in his arms.

Jasmine Yale startled, closed the book, and her long eyelashes fluttered.

“Are you a cat? No sound when you come in?”

Sylvan Cheney’s lips curled, and he pinched her cheek, “You’re too focused.”

When Riceball saw Sylvan come back, it affectionately rubbed against him too.

Seeing her wearing a sweater, he grabbed her hand, indeed warm and cozy.

Previously, at the Cheney Residence, she also loved this balcony.

The sun was warm, and Jasmine Yale felt sleepy, her eyes slightly squinting, “I feel like sleeping.”

“Don’t be so lazy, I’ll take you to play badminton or pool, either is fine.”

“I don’t want to move.” Jasmine Yale nestled in the wicker chair, languid and more cat-like than ever.

If it had been earlier, she would definitely have been excited, but now… she didn’t feel like it.

She didn’t return to the country to accompany him in games.

“This won’t do, being so lazy; your physical fitness will deteriorate.”

“You mind your own business.”

“If I don’t care for you, who will? You’re spoiled.”

Jasmine Yale’s face was tinged with a shallow golden shade, looking as it did many years ago.

Back then, they would occasionally bicker too.

After all, being together for so long, bumps were more than normal.

Sometimes, after a quarrel, either he would apologize, or she would cajole him.

In any case, it wasn’t too serious.

“In winter, I don’t like moving; I just enjoy it like this, I did the same in Chicago.”

“Even having excuses now.”

Sylvan Cheney, seeing her with an attitude of resigning herself to her fate, wanted to pick her up and give her a scolding for being ungrateful.

“What I say is always right.” Jasmine Yale’s bright eyes looked at him.

Sylvan Cheney looked down at her brightly red lips and unpainted face, his throat moving.

This spoiled and arrogant demeanor of hers was nurtured by him.

In her tiny pupils, his figure was reflected, and in the depths of his eyes, all he saw was her likeness.

Their eyes locked, neither spoke.

Sunlight streamed through the window, like scattered jade, like gold, spreading over their bodies.

At this moment, it was like a painting.