Chapter 1629: Chapter 1629: Sylvan Cheney Will Never Pass
Cheney Residence.
It was close to nine when Jasmine Yale finally woke up, feeling lethargic and unenthusiastic.
After washing up, she went downstairs in slippers.
Butler Santana was placing fresh flowers in a vase and greeted Jasmine Yale with a smile as she came down, “Miss Yale, hungry? I’ll get you some breakfast.”
“The rain seemed to have lasted all night.” Jasmine Yale looked out the window.
A thin layer of mist had formed on the glass, and beyond the haze, there was the sound of the heavy rain pouring down.
“Yes, rained all night. It’s always like this around Qingming Festival, a rainy season.” Butler Santana brought the warm breakfast to Jasmine Yale, “Miss Yale, are you going out today?”
“Not going out.” Jasmine Yale shook her head, “On rainy days, I like to stay at home.”
She kind of missed her mom, and also missed Sweet Kitty.
During breakfast, Jasmine Yale was obviously distracted, constantly gazing at the beautiful daisies in the vase.
She remembered her mom loved painting, and was best at still lifes, especially flowers.
Kaine Zahir was reluctant to buy flowers for her mom, so her mom would paint various flowers on her drawing board by herself.
It was through those papers that she recognized the Blue Demoness, daisies, lavender…
Her mom’s paintings were beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful; she didn’t think they were any less impressive than those in art exhibitions.
In her heart, her mom was the gentlest, most beautiful, and most elegant existence, even in Willow Wave City where basic needs were hard to meet, her mom Yana Yale still dressed up beautifully every day.
A long dress remained spotless.
Thinking of the beautiful childhood memories, Jasmine Yale’s eyes moistened, a misty haze gathering in front of her eyes.
Actually, she really wanted to tell her mom she was doing quite well now, with someone she loved dearly.
She also wanted to take Sylvan Cheney to Willow Wave City to tell her mom that he was the one she loved.
Unfortunately… Sylvan Cheney would never go there.
Jasmine Yale carefully hid her longing in her heart, not daring to go to Willow Wave City behind Sylvan Cheney’s back.
During the Qingming Festival, she could only miss her silently in her heart.
“Miss Yale, are you worried about something? You seem a bit down.” Butler Santana came over.
“Ah, no.” Jasmine Yale shook her head, “It’s just the rainy weather, feeling a bit gloomy.”
“If you’re feeling down, you can call Mr. Cheney. He said you can call him anytime.”
“No, he’s working, I don’t want to disturb him.” Jasmine Yale continued eating breakfast.
Riceball ran in from outside, twisting its curious little head at Jasmine Yale’s feet, occasionally rubbing against her lower legs.
“Riceball, why not go play with Ali? Jasy will be leaving in a few days but will come back to see you.” Jasmine Yale softly talked to it.
“Hmm.” Riceball obediently snuggled against Jasmine Yale as if it understood her words.
“Little Chale misses you, and I miss him too.” Jasmine Yale ate the porridge in her bowl, her thoughts wandering.
Unable to bear the weight, so much sorrow.
The sky was gloomy.
She didn’t call Sylvan Cheney; until noon, she only sent him a text message: Will you come back for lunch?
In the meeting room, Sylvan Cheney took his phone and replied with two words: Not coming back.
It was nearly noon, yet the lengthy internal meeting wasn’t over.
Jesse Rowan was evidently running out of patience, his back starting to ache after the whole morning.
Sylvan Cheney showed little expression, only glanced at his watch and said faintly, “Mr. Rowan, continue in the afternoon?”