Chapter 1434: Chapter 1434: Truly Treating Her like a Beloved Daughter
Suddenly, she remembered the year they were reunited; he had put high heels on her just like this.
At that time, she asked him a question: “Sylvan Cheney, do you know what it means for a man to put shoes on a woman in my hometown?”
What it means, it means he wants to marry her.
At this moment, her bright eyes looked at him, her lips moved slightly, wanting to ask again.
But in the end, she did not ask.
“Walk a few steps for me to see,” Sylvan Cheney said.
Jasmine Yale obediently stood up and took a couple of steps.
The size of the shoes was just right, not too big or too small, the heels were stable, they really were beautiful, like crystal shoes, Cinderella’s crystal shoes.
The diamonds sparkled with a lustrous shine under the light, bright and brilliant.
“I really like them,” Jasmine Yale smiled, “It’s just a pity that there aren’t many occasions to wear such beautiful shoes.”
“You’ll have the chance,” he replied.
“They must have been expensive?” Jasmine Yale asked.
“Custom-made, I had them ordered the day after you returned to Landon.”
Jasmine Yale looked down in astonishment and wiggled her toes.
So they were custom-made… no wonder they fit so well, so unique.
“I don’t want to take them off.” Jasmine Yale walked a few more steps, her eyes full of an attached fondness. She opened her arms, “Hold me.”
“Why hold you?”
“Afraid of getting the shoes dirty,” said Jasmine Yale as she playfully threw herself into his arms.
“If you like them, I can buy you more in the future.”
“Hmm,” Jasmine Yale nodded, leaning against his chest.
In fact, what she really, really wanted to ask was… would he be the one to put on her wedding shoes in the future?
The words were swallowed down her throat; she did not utter them aloud.
His embrace was always so warm; leaning against him, she didn’t want to let go.
“Do you remember the last pair of white high heels Little Chale gave me?” Jasmine Yale said with a smile.
“Oh, that pair.” How could he forget, “I gave them to you.”
“I guessed later that you bought them since Little Chale, being a kid, wouldn’t have that much money.”
“…” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently, “He does.”
“…” Jasmine Yale rolled her eyes at him, wondering if they could have a serious conversation.
“Jasy, shall I carry you upstairs to watch TV?”
“Mm, carry me.” Jasmine Yale, acting clingy, opened her arms just like Chale Cheney did, “I also want a cup of hot milk.”
“Okay, I’ll get it for you.”
Sylvan Cheney carried her in a princess hold and walked upstairs.
Jasmine Yale wrapped her arms around his neck, thinking that it would be so good if time could stop at this moment.
This winter is cold, yet she so loves the warmth when they’re together.
Without anyone else, only them.
No one will come to disturb such peaceful days.
If only it could stay like this, that would be good.
Sylvan Cheney held her into the bedroom and gently kissed her forehead, “Choose whatever you want to watch.”
“Alright, you’re treating me just like Little Chale.”
“You’re even more troublesome than Chale Cheney,” Sylvan Cheney pinched her cheek, “Be good, I’ll get you the milk.”
Jasmine Yale laughed.
She always felt that Sylvan Cheney was doting on her like a daughter.
Even the way he coaxed her was similar to how one would with a little girl.
Jasmine Yale enjoyed it.
She wants to enjoy it for a lifetime, but it’s a pity… she doesn’t know if she’ll still have the chance in this life.
“Husband, Butler Santana mentioned that when Chale was young, you took many photos of him. Could you show them to me?” Jasmine Yale asked tentatively.
Sylvan Cheney paused—
“The photos are in Lonton, I’ll show them to you when there’s a chance.”