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Chapter 255 First Met of Jasmine and Waylon
Chapter 255 First Met of Jasmine and Waylon
After psyching himself up, Waylon rolled his shoulders and struck a pose in the mirror, shooting his reflection one last disdainful look before striding toward the living room.
The moment he stepped in, he froze.
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Andres–who usually wore a stern expression so rigid it could smooth out wrinkles–was now grinning like a blooming chrysanthemum. He sat on the sofa, happily stroking the lid of his prized enamel teacup while chatting away. If not for the security guards patrolling the estate, Waylon would’ve suspected an imposter had replaced his grandfather.
In one of the four armchairs surrounding the sofa, Grandma sat facing me, sneakily popping strawberries into her mouth whenever Grandpa wasn’t looking. The chair with its back to me presumably held the mystery guest–all I can see is a sleek curtain of dark hair pinned up with a jade hairpin.
Andres, mid–laugh, spotted his grandson lingering at the doorway and immediately scowled.
“Waylon! What time do you call this? Did you crawl home?”
“Grandpa, check the clock.”
Andres glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner–6:29 PM. “See? Late!”
Waylon gaped. “You can’t just bully me because I’m your flesh and blood. Those reading glasses aren’t for decoration.”
“Enough backtalk.” Andres glared. “Get over here and greet our guest.”
Waylon rolled his eyes and sauntered to Alice’s side, grabbing a handful of strawberries before flopping into an armchair.
“Truly a veteran comrade, steadfast through storms. Warm as spring to guests, yet cold as winter to your own brilliant grandson.”
He popped a strawberry into his mouth–then froze mid–chew.
His smirk faded, his careless demeanor vanishing without him even realizing it
Across from him sat a woman in a simple white dress embroidered with red plum blossoms. The delicate fabric cinched at a waist so narrow it looked like he could span it with one hand. Tiny fabric buttons ran from her hips to her throat, the neckline framing porcelain skin and
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a swan–like neck. Her face was oval and perfectly proportioned–soft lips, a straight nose, and piercing dark eyes that seemed to see right through him. Straight brows added a touch of fierceness to her delicate features. Half her hair was pinned up with the jade hairpin, the rest cascading down her back.
She looked like she’d stepped out of a misty painting, ethereal and untouchable.
“Look at your slouching! No wonder I’m embarrassed of you.” Andres raised a hand like he might smack Waylon’s back. “Sit up straight.”
Waylon bolted upright, blocking the incoming swipe with one arm while keeping his posture rigid. His mind raced.
Now I understood why the guard had struggled to describe her–this kind of beauty was rare, no words could capture.
Wait–since when did I think in such corny metaphors?
Waylon shuddered, shaking off the uncharacteristic thoughts.
the
type
“Don’t mind him, Jasmine. This is my useless grandson–runs a small–time company, barely earns enough to feed himself.” Andres introduced Waylon with a mix of scorn and poorly concealed pride before turning stern again. “This is Jasmine, from an old family friend. She’s visiting, so show some manners.”
“Waylon Reeves, The Waylon Group. You’ve probably heard of it.” Waylon offered a polished smile, all traces of his earlier awe gone.
Beautiful or not, any woman who tried to get to me through Grandpa immediately lost my respect. Family friend? Please. I’d met every so–called “family friend” growing up. If someone like her existed, I’d
have known.
“Jasmine Miller, from Wivine.” Her voice was cool and clear, like ice cracking over jade. She nodded politely, the faintest hint of a smile touching her lips.
Nice voice, Waylon admitted inwardly. He nudged the strawberry plate toward her,
“Fresh from the south yesterday, never frozen. Try some.”
“No, thank you.” Jasmine didn’t move.
Andres smacked Waylon’s back hard. “Where are your manners? The girl’s shy–can’t you be more welcoming? Those legs aren’t just for show! Get up and hand it to her properly!”
