Once back at the Cheney Residence, Jasmine Yale made a cup of hot tea for Sylvan Cheney and sat with him on the sofa in the living room.
Sylvan Cheney opened his laptop and casually checked his email.
Jasmine Yale also opened her tablet and asked Sylvan Cheney for help with a few things she didn't understand.
Sylvan Cheney was very patient. Whenever she humbly asked for advice, he would answer her questions earnestly.
Jasmine Yale sat close to him, almost head-to-head with him, and Sylvan Cheney did not mind.
Jasmine Yale pointed at the project proposal and laughed, "Aren't you afraid I'll leak this information by showing it to me? You know, if I sold this to your competitors, I'd make a fortune."
"I think my charm outweighs money, don't you think? Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney raised an eyebrow, looking at her.
Jasmine Yale laughed more heartily and suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a few kisses against his lips.
Her cheeks flushed, "I think so too."
