Chapter 816: Chapter 816: Will Never Leave for a Lifetime?

All his defenses, vigilance, and aloofness crumbled when he faced her.

“I will accompany you from now on,” he promised her.

His burning gaze settled on her fair and delicate but frail little face.

Jasmine Yale blinked at him, and after more than ten seconds, she asked seriously, “Really?”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

Jasmine seemed very happy. Her mother had left, but from now on, she would have a good-looking little brother to accompany her.

Meeting Sylvan Cheney was the happiest thing for her during that period.

His home was big and beautiful, with many things she had never seen before, such as a swimming pool, a private cinema… and many others whose names she couldn’t even pronounce.

The food she ate, the things she used, and the clothes she wore were all the best.

In the morning, someone would dress her, and when it was time to bathe, someone would help her.

Most importantly, she thought her little brother was very handsome, and seeing him every day made her very happy.

Jasmine jumped onto the chair.

Standing on the chair, she was almost as tall as him, and could look him straight in the eye.

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“Hehe,” she giggled, “then how long will you accompany me? Will you never leave for a lifetime?”

“I can,” he said.

No sooner had he spoken than the little girl became melancholic, “My mom said she would be with me for a lifetime, but… she didn’t. She abandoned me. I miss her…”

“She didn’t abandon you,” he explained to her.

But he wasn’t good at cheering up a child after all; he just silently looked at her.

Her shiny big eyes were especially beautiful, double-lidded with long lashes.

Her round and plump little face was cute and innocent, radiating the unique childishness and purity of an eight-year-old girl.

Under the light, she looked at him, and he looked back at her just like that.

She smiled, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth and two shallow dimples.

Just when he thought she was going to say something to him, she suddenly blurted out–

“You are really handsome!”

Sylvan Cheney: “…”

It was her first rainy day at the Cheney Residence, the rain was moderate, bringing a cool breeze.

She sat on the chair, hugging her knees, capable of daydreaming all day long.

He also sat beside her, accompanying her in watching the rain for the whole day.

She was unfamiliar and afraid of everything when she first came to the Cheney Residence–except when she was with him, where she felt much better.

As soon as he left, she dared not come out, only hiding in her room to draw or watch television.

But when he was with her, she would be willing to speak and laughed very happily.

Perhaps it was because he was the first person she saw when she woke up; in the Cheney Residence, she only recognized him.

The rain poured down, and mist rose.

Sylvan Cheney held the little woman in his arms and looked down at her face.

She had grown up so much.

Her clean, pretty face had lost its childishness, and she had become less dependent on him.

In fact, she had started to avoid him.

A complex flavor spread through Sylvan’s heart, like overgrown waterweeds, like a barren and desolate thicket, poor and cold.

“Mr. Cheney, the intersection is just ahead, we’re almost there!” the bodyguard said breathlessly.

Sylvan had been walking so fast; the bodyguard could barely keep up.

Although he was carrying an umbrella, Sylvan’s clothes were still soaked through and useless.

Sylvan looked up, and the glare of a vehicle’s headlights approached from not far away.

His people had arrived.

“Hmm…” Jasmine Yale made a faint moan and furrowed her brows.

Her little hand had somehow tightly grasped Sylvan Cheney’s shirt, clinging on, impossible to pry loose.

A burning sensation reached Sylvan’s heart.