Chapter 153: Chapter 153: The Woman Who Takes Care of Me
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What about now, what do they look like now!
She was not married yet, sitting in his lap and him, well, still hugging and holding her despite being a married man.
While she was lost in thought, he had already ordered a few dishes.
Sylvan Cheney fed her a spoonful of Borsch soup, and Jasmine Yale drank it. They were so close that they could see their miniatures in each other’s pupils. Just as Sylvan Cheney was about to feed her a second spoonful, Jasmine Yale turned her head away, looking dazed.
“Mr.Cheney, don’t push me to be a mistress. This is my only life, once it’s ruined, it’s over.”
“I don’t want to be scorned, mocked with my head lowered in shame.”
“My mother despises mistresses the most.”
Jasmine Yale composed herself, maintaining a calm and tranquil demeanor.
“It won’t happen.”
Sylvan Cheney’s eyes reflected certainty and depth.
“I have my hands, I can eat by myself.”
Jasmine Yale didn’t want him to feed her anymore. It felt too intimate.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t insist, he let her go, allowing her to sit beside him.
“That’s more like it.” Sylvan Cheney’s voice was ice cold.
Yet his hand was far from behaving, wrapped around her waist, occasionally pinching her round buttocks.
Throughout the meal, Jasmine Yale felt extremely uncomfortable.
He didn’t eat much; most of the time, he was watching her eat.
Finally, after she was full, Jasmine Yale stood up.
“Mr. Cheney, I’m going to work. Please inform Mr. Yale and see him in half a month.”
“Hmm.”
Jasmine Yale left, Sylvan Cheney didn’t ask her to stay.
Her light floral scent still lingered in the private room…
He sat there for a while, then pulled out his phone and made a call to his friend. “Joe Heath, I need a favor.”
“What, did I hear that right?” Joe Heath, who was having his meal, was surprised, “Mr. Cheney needs my help?”
He and Sylvan Cheney knew each other since they were children, but Joe moved abroad when he was very young.
He and Sylvan lived together in Lonton for three years, and this year, they returned Landon.
Sylvan Cheney was not involved in the entertainment industry at all, but Joe Heath was different, he ruled it!
“Yes, help or not.”
“I dare not refuse.”
“Then don’t beat around the bush.”
Sylvan Cheney then gave him some instructions, reminding him repeatedly.
Joe Heath finally understood; he was to play a man surnamed Yale? and pretend to be the father of a three-year-old child?
Playing games?
“Mr. Cheney, what’s the name of the girl I’m supposed to meet?” Joe Heath was curious.
He was extremely curious.
He had never seen Sylvan Cheney fall for any woman before.
Except for…
“In the past, there was a man who spoke too much.”
“Huh?”
“Eventually, he had his tongue cut.”
Joe Heath felt a chill run down his spine.
“Mr. Cheney, when it comes to being talkative, isn’t your dear son the champion?”
“Then you call me “father” and I will let you talk as much as you want.”
Joe Heath gave up on arguing.
What a biased love; for his own son, everything was perfect.
Mr. Cheney spoiled his son to such an extent that there was no comparison earth and sky.
Joe Heath was truly curious. Who was the woman that gave birth to Sylvan Cheney’s son?
Was she beautiful? Sexy? Or captivating?
The one who could make Mr. Cheney fall head over heels must be a foxy little vixen.
“Oh yeah, Mr. Cheney, I’ve had my eyes on the Respected Majesty’s fat piece of meat from the beginning. You’re not involved in the entertainment industry, why do you want to steal it from me? This is not brotherly.”
“It’s a gift for my woman.”
“Oh!” Joe Heath immediately changed his tone, “Then feel free to grab it, consider it a gift for my future sister-in-law.”
“Joe Heath, even if we compete fairly, do you think you can outbid me?”
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