Chapter 289: The Woman who Whispered into the Pillow

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“Brother-in-law…”

“Don’t understand?” Sylvan Cheney interrupted her coldly.

Lana Fern was startled, feeling nervous and at a loss.

As a worldly-wise person and an acquaintance of Sylvan for many years, she was able to maintain her poise.

However, she had never seen Sylvan so furious like this.

Why?

Because of that woman Jasmine Yale?

Yes, it has to be.

Since Sylvan returned to Landon, he has been meeting Jasmine frequently.

That woman must have been poisoning his mind!

A wretch! Really despicable!

“Mr. Cheney…” Lana changed her salutation, “I was only worried about my sister. She misses you, both Chris and I feel sorry for her.”

“It should be Yolanda who calls me, not you.”

Sylvan’s voice was indifferent, with a grim face.

Chale Cheney, sipping milk, glanced surreptitiously at Sylvan.

He lowered his voice: “Jasy, dad is angry.”

“Does he often get angry?” Jasmine took a bite of her bread.

“Not really, he is nice to me, and he’s nice to you too, Jasy.”

“Really, I’m not lying to you.”

The kid’s eyes sparkled brightly.

“Jasy, I’m going to tell you a secret.”

The little guy knelt on the chair, looking secretive, and moved a little closer to Jasmine.

“What?” Jasmine was curious.

“My dad likes you.”

Jasmine’s face suddenly flushed: “Don’t talk nonsense, kid.”

“I’m serious.” the little guy blinked, “Baby doesn’t talk nonsense.”

Jasmine didn’t believe it.

Sylvan couldn’t possibly like her.

The only thing was, the world of children is too pure and simple. They don’t understand anything.

“What’s true or false?”

Sylvan hung up the phone and came over.

Seeing Elder Cheney approaching Chale instantly held his tongue.

This was a little secret he told Jasy without his dad knowing.

“After you finish, go to the car first. I want to talk to Jasy.” Sylvan said to Chale.

“Okay.”

Chale obediently agreed.

He hoped that Elder Cheney would win over Jasy quickly, so that Jasy would always stay by his side.

So, he sped up his eating pace.

Jasmine was only half-finished, and the little guy ran off with his bag.

Sylvan smiled, he was indeed a good boy.

Now, only Sylvan and Jasmine were left in the living room.

A bit awkward, Jasmine kept her head down, eating her bread.

Even with her head down, she could still sense the burning gaze from Sylvan, as blazing as fire.

He sat down opposite her.

“For the next few days, stay at Cheney Residence and take care of Little Chale. I will take a trip to the US.”

“Okay.”

“I’m not going there to see Yolanda.” He explained.

“Okay.”

Sylvan frowned. What was her reaction?

“You don’t like Yolanda, Lana Fern, do you?” Sylvan asked seriously.

He had always been curious, wondering why Jasmine knew Lana.

Lana and Yolanda, living all along in Lonton, he had never let Jasmine meet them in those twelve years.

However, this time when Lana came back home, Jasmine obviously knew her.

“Yes, I don’t like her, so what?”

Jasmine raised her head, her tone was unpleasant. Was he going to defend them?

“Why?” He furrowed his brow.

He wanted to know the answer.

His tone was so calm, devoid of any agitation.

But Jasmine’s heart was anything but calm, it was like a stormy sea.

Why? Didn’t he know?

“Because you like them, doesn’t mean I have to like them too! Mr. Cheney, you don’t get to dictate my preferences.”

Jasmine savagely threw the fork in her hand onto the table! She looked displeased.