Chapter 683: Chapter 683: Never getting married in her lifetime!

Unprecedentedly, she saw Sylvan Cheney waiting for her outside her bedroom window.

“How…how are you in my room?” Jasmine Yale’s eyes widened in surprise.

She rubbed her backpack straps with both hands, showing a mix of surprise and confusion.

He rarely appeared in her room in the evening.

To some extent, he did so to avoid unnecessary suspicion.

Upon hearing her voice, Sylvan Cheney turned his head, the loneliness and grandeur radiating off his slender figure were unique and outstanding.

Even though he was wearing the most ordinary strap robe, it couldn’t hide his elegance.

He stood by the window, she stood by the door.

She was still wearing what she had on in the morning, a white school uniform, with two pigtails in her hair.

“I was a bit extreme this morning, don’t take it to heart,” Sylvan Cheney began, sounding rather indifferent.

So that was it… Jasmine Yale rolled her eyes, the sparkle in her eyes flickering. Her rosy lips curved slightly upward.

Her fair face was expressionless.

The girl experienced emotions as quickly as they disappeared; she didn’t hold a grudge against Sylvan Cheney.

But she still felt somewhat upset.

She too, replied indifferently, “I forgot.”

“If you need anything in the future, just tell me. You are not allowed to take part-time jobs anymore.”

“Got it.” She replied casually, then walked over to her desk and began to tidy up her stationery.

She only perfunctorily agreed with him, without the intention of actually telling him anything.

He couldn’t possibly support her forever.

“Study diligently, prepare for the university entrance exam, and don’t be too playful.” He admonished.

“Aren’t you annoying? Can you leave? I have homework to do.” Jasmine Yale was definitely annoyed, “Can you stop meddling in my affairs in the future?”

“Am I not even allowed to interfere in your life? Hmm?”

“You’re overstepping!”

He was always trying to restrict her, saying no to this, no to that.

“Big talker.” Sylvan Cheney responded helplessly.

Jasmine Yale put down her backpack, and took out her textbooks, workbooks, and stationery.

“Go to bed early, don’t stay up late. I’ve had someone pack up all your little things, I’ll give them back to you after the university entrance exam.” Sylvan Cheney said.

Jasmine Yale hurriedly opened the drawer, and they were indeed gone!!!

All her stuff was missing!

“Sylvan Cheney, what are you doing? Give me back my stuff. I worked hard to save money and buy those. Who do you think you are? My headteacher?” Jasmine Yale felt awful!

Really!

Even the head teacher wouldn’t interfere like this!

She clutched at his robe, hysterical, furious to the point of becoming flush in the face.

“Don’t bother arguing with me, it’s futile.” Sylvan Cheney coldly and arrogantly stared at her.

His steady gaze fell on her face.

Standing face to face, one tall, one short.

Jasmine Yale felt overpowered, she gritted her teeth and let go of his robe!

“I’m never talking to you again! If I ever speak to you again, may I be doomed to never marry!”

With that, she kicked open the chair, fuming with rage and jealousy as she walked towards the bathroom.

She really didn’t want to see Sylvan Cheney at all!

With a “bang”, she forcefully shut the bathroom door.

She had never met someone so unreasonable, totally beyond reason.

…

“We’re here.” The driver stopped the car and gave a reminder.

Jasmine Yale was brought back to reality, she looked up in a daze —

The Property Notary Office.

She and Little Chale shared a car, while Yolanda Fern and Lilac Serval were in another.

The two cars arrived simultaneously, aligned seamlessly.

Jasmine Yale wondered, when did Sylvan Cheney take her ID photo?

Was it after she went to the bathroom, and he found it in her textbook?

There were many photos, she wouldn’t notice if one went missing.