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A strong sense of sadness inexplicably washed over Jasmine Yale.

She lowered her long eyelashes, an indescribable feeling in her heart.

A heavy pressure lodged in her throat, an overflow of sourness and bitterness.

She suppressed her emotions, swallowing the tears back down.

Undoing his coat buttons, she helped him take off the coat and hung it in the wardrobe.

“Mr. Cheney, what would you like to change into?” she asked, flipping through the clothes in the wardrobe.

The clothes in the wardrobe retained his usual style – monochromatic in black, white, and gray, chilly and austere.

“Pick a sweater.”

“Alright.”

Jasmine picked out a gray sweater for him.

The villa was warmly heated and not cold at all.

“Help me undo my tie,” Sylvan commanded.

“Mhm.”

Jasmine became Sylvan’s little maid; at his command, she obediently bent over to help untie his tie.

However, it’s been a while since she last did that. She fumbled for a long time and almost choked him in the process.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to do it,” Jasmine apologized.

Sylvan looked displeased.

He glanced at her with disdain: “How can you be so clumsy.”

“I’ll try again,” Jasmine lowered her head to concentrate.

When untying his tie, her face unavoidably came close to Sylvan’s neck.

In response, Sylvan pulled her abruptly into his embrace.

The coolness of his lips kissed her neck, a detailed and vigorous kiss proceeded across her neck, earlobe, and finally her sensual lips.

Everything about her, violently invaded all his senses and nerves.

Jasmine was forcibly pulled into his embrace, sitting astride his legs!

The pose was extremely amorous!

“Sylvan, I thought your hand was weak?” Jasmine complained, trying to dodge.

“It’s not entirely useless.”

His kisses rained over her face like a storm, showing no sign of stopping.

Jasmine couldn’t resist. She wanted to push him away but was afraid of hurting him.

She had no choice but to dodge.

Continuously dodging.

“Let me down so I can change your clothes.”

Only then did Sylvan reluctantly loosen his grip.

Jasmine hurriedly jumped off his lap, her cheeks flushed bright red.

This time, she managed to undo his tie after much difficulty.

As soon as she did, she helped him put on the clean sweater.

Sylvan lightly squinted his eyes, looking at her silently, a faint smile deepening the corner of his lips.

“All done.” Jasmine was relatively efficient, “Is there anything else?”

“Prepare for dinner.”

Jasmine heaved a sigh of relief; Sylvan wasn’t being too bothersome.

But given his current condition, she could only be more patient, there was no need to quarrel with him.

Jasmine pushed his wheelchair out, her face betrayed no particular emotions.

On the other hand, Sylvan seemed to be enjoying himself.

As soon as they emerged, a servant hurriedly ran over: “Mr. Cheney, someone is looking for you outside, she said her name is Yolanda Fern.”

Jasmine’s hand faltered. Yolanda was quick with her information.

She had found this place so quickly.

“I’ll step aside.”

Jasmine let go of her grip, turning to walk towards the kitchen.

Sylvan glanced at the door, spoke lightly: “Let her in.”

Outside, Yolanda was waiting anxiously, clutching a blue tote bag.

Only when the servant let her in did she hastily lift the hem of her long dress and hasten to the living room!

“Mr. Cheney! Mr. Cheney!” Yolanda cried urgently.

Her eyes were circled with redness, brimming with tears.

In the living room, she immediately spotted Sylvan seated on a wheelchair!

“Mr. Cheney, when did you return? Is it really you? I thought…”