The Farmer’s Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket

Chapter 480: Chapter 480: Hooking His Neck with One Hand

Sylvan Cheney and Jasmine Yale walked a long while on Maple Mountain.

Jasmine was lost in the enchanting scenery and didn’t feel tired at all.

It was truly beautiful.

“Do you want to see more? If you do, I can have lunch brought over,” Sylvan asked for her thoughts.

Jasmine shook her head: “Let’s go back. I want to return to my rental.”

She hadn’t been back to that little cottage in a long time.

It was unclear when Peyenne would be able to return.

The place was lonely and deserted.

“Don’t go back there. I bought you an apartment in the city centre. It’s convenient to go anywhere,” Sylvan proposed.

“I don’t want it.” She shook her head again.

She truly did not want anything from Sylvan Cheney.

She did not want his compensations.

If she wanted an apartment, she could save up for it herself.

Though it would take many years, it gave her a sense of security.

“You reject everything I offer; are you trying to cut all ties with me? Hmm? Accept what I give you.” Sylvan’s face darkened with displeasure.

“I can buy my own house, I used to earn quite a lot in Singapore. I’ll save up slowly and eventually buy a house,” Jasmine replied, her eyes wide.

“Buy it yourself? Fine, buy it yourself,” Sylvan retorted angrily, his face soured.

He knew this girl was stubborn.

But he hadn’t expected her to reject everything he offered.

It wasn’t just the house, but the bracelet he had gifted her before as well.

In those twelve years, she rarely ever asked him for anything. Even buying a box of candy needed much consideration.

He had said that he would give her anything she wanted.

But she never asked him for anything.

The feeling was far from pleasant.

What use was it for him to earn all that money?

Jasmine Yale was unclear about why he was angry, and casually said, “I find girls like Ann Nolan quite good, she’s from a well-off family, she is beautiful, and still works hard.”

“That’s because Zaiden Santos would leave her one day!” replied Sylvan sharply.

Jasmine was taken aback.

“Why? Then why did they decide to get married in the first place? Mr. Cheney, your friend is quite despicable,” Jasmine complained, infuriated.

Birds of a feather, flock together?

“You and Ann Nolan are close?”

“No.”

“If not, what does Ann have to do with you?” Sylvan was visibly infuriated.

She would rather show concern for someone she just met than engage in conversation with him.

Jasmine was speechless and stopped pressing further.

She, too, was somewhat angered. Why was Sylvan Cheney yelling at her when she hadn’t said anything wrong?

She knew he had a bad temper.

Frustrated, she walked down the mountain. Not caring that it was still snowing, she went directly into the snow.

The icy snowflakes landed on her face, but she didn’t find it cold.

Just… a little tired.

“Spoiled,” muttered Sylvan as he opened his umbrella and advanced towards her with large strides.

Upon reaching her, he handed her the umbrella. “Hold this.”

The next second, he scooped her into his arms.

“Hey!” Jasmine was taken by surprise. “Put me down.”

“Hold on tight. If you fall, I won’t take responsibility.”

“I can walk by myself.”

“After walking so much, aren’t you tired?”

“Not tired,” Jasmine lied.

In truth, she was a bit tired, coupled with her menstruation ongoing.

But she never thought that Sylvan would carry her down the mountain. Even during those twelve years, he had never once carried her.

For a moment, Jasmine was dazed.

“Even if you’re not tired, I won’t let you walk anymore,” Sylvan spoke indifferently.

With one hand around his neck and the other holding the umbrella, Jasmine was halfway in his arms.

Shielded from the snowflakes by the large umbrella, it was calm and undisturbed.

When she was close to him, she could clearly smell his scent; discreet and deep.