Looking back, it didn't seem like much, but at the time I truly cried all night.
Sylvan Cheney rubbed her hair and kissed her ear, "I'm not in the best of tempers, do you really want to be with me?"
Jasmine Yale's heart skipped a beat.
How did the conversation turn to this?
Her face flushed red: "You just have a bad temper, but I'm not good in any way."
"Then let's just make do with each other," said Sylvan Cheney, his voice low and bittersweet.
A feeling of a refreshing spring ran through Jasmine's heart, unexpectedly sweet.
"Being with you is my gain," said Jasmine Yale.
"Not at all, in the future I'll have to rely on you to support me."
"What?" Jasmine Yale looked at him perplexedly, thinking he was joking with her again.
"It's nothing." Sylvan Cheney didn't plan to elaborate. She would find out what she needed to know eventually, it was just a matter of time.
The Cheney Family, he had already transferred it to Jesse Rowan, only some formalities were yet to be handled.
