His eyes sparkled with a clear luster and a profound depth.
Jasmine Yale half squatted down, getting close to him: "What?"
As she leaned in, he turned his head and kissed her red lips.
She was wearing a peach-flavored lipstick today.
"Ah, you cheater!" Jasmine Yale blushed, hopping up to her feet.
Seeing her like this, Sylvan Cheney smirked wickedly but subtly, the intention to laugh was so strong that his eyebrows bore the trace of a smile.
The surroundings were filled with servants.
However, each of them tactfully pretended not to see anything.
Only Jasmine Yale felt extremely embarrassed, in front of so many people...
"You better leave! Cheater Cheney." Jasmine Yale waved to Charles Mcintosh who was not far away, "Mr. Mcintosh, Mr. Cheney is calling you!"
Sylvan Cheney's mouth twitched: "..."
Charles Mcintosh actually thought that Sylvan had summoned him so he walked over, holding an umbrella, his black leather shoes stepping in the puddles on the ground.
