Chapter 279: Holding Her Five Fingers

Would he really stand up for her if she told him?

Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, curling the corner of his lips, "We'll discuss it after we deal with the important matters."

"Wait." Jasmine Yale called after him, suddenly breaking into a mischievous smile.

"Hmm?" Sylvan squinted his eyes.

In the sunlight, her smiling face was radiant, reminiscent of the young Jasmine of old.

Whenever she came up with a wicked idea or was up to mischief in the past, this was the smile she wore.

And despite knowing she was going to cause trouble, he would indulge her, turning a blind eye.

For instance, when Tomer scolded her, her face grow sullen and she would say, "Tomer's orchids on the balcony are too dry, I'm going to water them. Hand me the keys."

He clearly saw her carrying a kettle of boiling water, but pretended not to, handing over the keys.

As a result, the next day, an enraged Tomer was left sputtering, searching for the culprit.