In the kitchen, Butler Santana remained in a daze, his mind still a blank.
His fingers were scalded by boiling water, and he felt entirely disoriented.
After a while, he finally took the tea to the living room.
"Miss Yale, Mr. Evan, come and sit in the living room."
Upon hearing Butler Santana's voice, Jasmine Yale pushed Sylvan Cheney's hand away and held his arm: "Let's go; my aunt has brewed the tea."
"Hmm."
As Butler Santana looked up, he saw Sylvan Cheney walk out of the bedroom.
Still impeccably handsome, mature and reserved, with a cold, noble aura on his sculpted, deep features, yet the tenderness in his eyes when he looked at Jasmine Yale was unmistakable.
In his daze, Butler Santana stared at Sylvan Cheney for quite some time.
"Miss Yale bought the Pu'er tea, Mr. Evan, please try it." Butler Santana handed him a cup of hot tea.
