Chapter 1467: Chapter 1467: I am Her Man
She knew Sylvan Cheney was up to no good; she detests exercising.
As a child, she was often scolded by him for not liking exercise, and at first, she was quite scared and would run with him.
But later on, she got lazy, and whenever he scolded her, she would cry.
Once she cried, he was at a loss.
At this moment, Jasmine Yale still felt a bit unsettled, or even rather absent-minded.
“So Miss Yale, I’m going out to buy groceries, are you coming with me?”
“No, I’ll stay home and watch a movie.”
“Alright, Mr. Cheney said you can call him anytime you miss him, anytime is fine.”
Jasmine Yale’s face flushed, what does he mean by missing him.
They had only been apart for a few hours, what was there to miss.
Jasmine Yale couldn’t quite remember how long it had been since she last left the Cheney Residence; although life there was dull and monotonous, as long as he was by her side, it was good.
After Butler Santana left, Jasmine Yale made a call to Lilac Serval.
Lilac Serval had just woken up, yawning and leaning on the bed, lazy and charming.
“Little Lilac, I’m sorry about the drug thing… Mr. Cheney knows about it now.”
“Charles McIntosh told me, it’s okay, there’s a solution.”
“What were you and Charles McIntosh planning to do originally?”
“Nothing much, just thought of some methods and felt they were feasible.”
“It wasn’t about asking Charles McIntosh to take the fall for Mr. Cheney, was it?” Jasmine softly said.
She had thought about it for a long time, initially, she didn’t consider it in that direction, but later felt that if it’s something Sylvan Cheney shouldn’t find out, isn’t that the plan?
No wonder Sylvan Cheney was so angry.
How could he let Charles McIntosh go to jail for him, to bear the responsibility on his behalf.
“Jasmine, you’re overthinking, that’s not it,” Lilac Serval denied.
“I hope I am overthinking.”
“Little 11 brought breakfast over, I’m going to hang up to answer the door,” Lilac Serval suddenly heard a knock at the door.
“Okay…”
Lilac Serval put down her phone, slipped on her slippers, and ran to the door.
Upon opening the door, it was indeed Little 11.
“Sister Lilac, I brought breakfast for you,” Little 11 happily lifted the bag in his hand.
“Why are you free today? No classes?”
“Today is Saturday, Sister Lilac, did you forget?”
“Oh, right.” Lilac Serval rubbed her forehead, “I’m going to freshen up, you can sit for a while and watch TV if you want.”
“Sure thing!”
Lilac Serval smiled; looking at Little 11, she noticed he was different from before, he had changed a lot.
Now he looked like a student, very young, and wearing a sporty outfit made him look even more so.
He was fair-skinned and good-looking, occasionally showing a bit of shyness and gentleness.
He no longer had the look of someone who accompanied others in drinking at the bar; he was now more sunny and cheerful.
Pretty good.
Little 11 opened the breakfast he brought for Lilac Serval—there was soy milk, steamed buns, and also scallion pancakes…
He had already eaten, and this was specially bought for Lilac Serval.
Just as he was excitedly opening the food, suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Did Sister Lilac make an appointment with a friend?
Little 11 puzzledly walked to the door and turned the doorknob.
The moment the door opened, a gust of cold air blew in.
Little 11 looked at the visitor, who seemed familiar; ah, yes, he had seen him once at the bar.
“Hello, are you a friend of Sister Lilac?” Little 11 asked politely.
“Friend?” Charles McIntosh’s face was stern, his expression not very pleasant, dark clouds looming over his austere features, “I’m her man.”
Little 11 was startled, still maintaining the action of opening the door, his face filled with astonishment.
He was young and at a loss of what to do.