These years, Jasmine Yale clung to him for the first time like this, acting playfully affectionate.
Sylvan Cheney's big hand caressed her soft hair strands.
He didn't speak, his deep and profound gaze fell on her face.
When he bowed his head, she raised hers, their eyes meeting.
The warmth of tender affection filled the surroundings, and Jasmine couldn't help but lean into his embrace, her arms circling his waist.
This was her favorite position now, lying in his arms, against his chest.
This man, god-like, belonged to her at this moment.
As for the future, she didn't know.
But for now, he was hers.
"I want to go out and have fun," Jasmine whispered.
"Where to?"
"To the beach."
"It's too cold to go to the beach this season."
"I'm not afraid of the cold, will you accompany me?" Jasmine asked expectantly, her big eyes shimmering.
Such a Jasmine, Sylvan hadn't seen in many years.
He thought for a moment, then slowly said: "I'll go with you on Saturday."
"Really?"
"Mmm."
