Chapter 1150: Chapter 1150: You Wish You Never See Me Again in Your Life

Gradually, she wasn’t cold anymore, as her body temperature returned to normal.

She took the medicine and he just kept watching her.

Hiding medicine wasn’t something she hadn’t done before; once, he had caught her red-handed.

She was about eight or nine years old, had a cold in the winter, and refused to take her medicine, so she secretly hid it and then lied to him that she had taken it.

He thought she had taken it, but when the cold didn’t get better for a long time, he became suspicious.

There was this one time when he deliberately left, only to see her bending over, sneakily throwing the medicine out of the window.

That way, she got caught by him, received a good scolding, and cried breathlessly.

She cried and promised him that she would never do such a bad thing again.

When she cried, he was helpless, all his resentment dissipated, leaving only helplessness behind.

After that incident, she behaved a lot better.

Now when she took her medicine, he still habitually watched her.

Jasmine Yale felt uncomfortable under his gaze, “I won’t hide the medicine, I’m not a child anymore.”

She and he thought of the same thing.

Both remembered the things from their childhood at the same time.

“Is not being a child something you can prove by standing outside for an hour? Do you know how cold it is outside? It is still going to cool down tonight,” Sylvan Cheney said coldly and sharply.

“I’m cold, don’t have the energy to talk to you.”

Jasmine Yale looked listless, clutching the blanket with both hands, her head down, spiritless.

It was really cold.

Many words came to her lips, suddenly she had no energy to say them, only an endless chill remained.

“You still have the nerve to argue, do you even remember a word of advice I gave you?”

“Why didn’t you come back earlier? If you had, I wouldn’t have had to stand outside for so long,” Jasmine Yale angrily looked at him.

“You’re good at shifting blame, dare you own up to what you did, hmm?”

Jasmine Yale became silent, somewhat lacking confidence.

She rolled the hot water bottle inside the blanket, flipping it back and forth, back and forth.

Sylvan Cheney was somewhat agitated; he did not feel cold, but rather a burning heat throughout his body.

He rolled up his sleeves to the elbows, gave her a cold look, and irritably fished out a cigarette from his pocket.

But since Jasmine Yale was there, he didn’t light it, just held it between his fingers.

Sylvan Cheney’s gaze stayed on her face, he saw how pale she was, listless and spiritless, her eyes also lacking much luster.

Jasmine Yale occasionally looked up, her gaze falling on his arm.

For some reason, she saw wounds on his arm too, not conspicuous, but they were there.

“Who asked you to come to Landon?”

“You are hurt?”

The two spoke at the same time.

Their eyes met, and sparks flew in the air, exploding like fireworks with a “bang.”

Sylvan Cheney frowned, “Answer me.”

“To find you.”

“To find me? I don’t think you would take the initiative to see me, you wish you could avoid me for a lifetime.”

“I wish more than to avoid you for a lifetime, I want to flay you and drink your blood.”

Sylvan Cheney snorted coldly, “Go back to Cakago tomorrow.”

“There are some things I won’t leave without having cleared up,” Jasmine Yale said with the stubborn eyes of a young deer, looking at him, “You can put me off over the phone, but face to face, do you still want to put me off?”

“Really thinking highly of yourself.”

“I don’t think highly of myself, even if you kick me out now, I have nothing to say. But before you kick me out, there are some things I still need to clarify.”

“Jasmine Yale, I don’t know where you get the courage to question me, don’t overstep your bounds here, roll back to Cakago tomorrow.”