All his defenses, vigilance, and aloofness crumbled when he faced her.
"I will accompany you from now on," he promised her.
His burning gaze settled on her fair and delicate but frail little face.
Jasmine Yale blinked at him, and after more than ten seconds, she asked seriously, "Really?"
"Mhm," he nodded.
Jasmine seemed very happy. Her mother had left, but from now on, she would have a good-looking little brother to accompany her.
Meeting Sylvan Cheney was the happiest thing for her during that period.
His home was big and beautiful, with many things she had never seen before, such as a swimming pool, a private cinema… and many others whose names she couldn't even pronounce.
The food she ate, the things she used, and the clothes she wore were all the best.
In the morning, someone would dress her, and when it was time to bathe, someone would help her.
Most importantly, she thought her little brother was very handsome, and seeing him every day made her very happy.
