Jasmine Yale carefully tied the tie she picked for him.
She didn't know how before, but he taught her, and for that, he had called her silly a few times.
Sylvan Cheney cooperatively lowered his head, his gaze always on her focused face.
He truly underestimated her.
She was quite good at tying ties, and her movements were very skilled.
Sylvan felt somewhat uncomfortable. There could only be one reason for such skill—she often tied ties for her husband before.
When she tied ties for her husband, was she also so tender and affectionate?
Sylvan averted his gaze.
"Why do you look unhappy? I bought you a gift, aren't you happy?" Jasmine finished tying the tie, "Alright, I think this one isn't bad, do you like it?"
The store assistant smiled and said, "Madam, you have great taste. This one suits him perfectly. Sir, take a look, there's a mirror here."
Jasmine looked at him with anticipation and anxiety, hoping he would like it.
She rarely bought gifts for him.
