Jasmine Yale knows that since she returned, the rumors have been swirling nonstop.
Her forr classmates once had a good relationship with her, but now they avoid her, not wanting to talk.
They all think she has loose morals, skipping classes, and being pregnant.
Only Yukon Carbon believes in her deeply, never thinking she was a kept woman or a mistress.
Jasmine Yale smiled bitterly, it’s all whatever now. After the finals, she might not co to school often. She needs to start her internship to support the baby.
Jasmine Yale knows a few good companies in Cakago, and she has her eyes on the Jas Group, a financial firm.
The Jas Group headquarters is in Old York, and the Cakago branch was just established at the start of the year, but it’s thriving and has already beco a leader among Cakago businesses.
Such a company must have a remarkable team and excellent concepts; she thinks she can grow faster here.
During this ti, in her spare monts, she also started exploring so financial studies.
She’s naturally smart, and Sylvan Cheney has taught her many things, so she finds it easy to grasp.
No matter what, everything has to be tried.
Just for the baby in her belly.
Sylvan Cheney’s family assets, she doesn’t want them; she’ll leave them all to Chale Cheney, so the baby might have to experience so hardships with her.
If it’s a boy, it’s fine. If it’s a little girl, she’ll feel a bit sorry.
Thinking about it, it might as well be a boy.
Jasmine Yale sat on a bench to rest for a while, basking in the sunlight, her face gently illuminated by a halo.
All day, she’s been sowhat dazed.
Soon, Little Chale called her again.
"Jasy..." the little guy sounded aggrieved, "Do you not want Little Chaley now that you have a baby?"
"No, Jasy accidentally hung up the phone this morning, sorry."
"Will you still love ?"
"Of course, Jasy loves Little Chaley."
On the other end, Little Chale gave Jasmine Yale a big kiss over the phone.
Jasmine Yale smiled, happiness spreading across her face.
The little guy held onto the phone and talked a lot, saying that his master was kind to him, Aunt Lilac was too, and he’s happy, but he always feels sothing’s missing without Dad and Jasy around.
Jasmine Yale listened while sitting on the chair.
Suddenly, she felt that listening to the little guy chatter on and on was pretty good.
Sylvan Cheney is a silent person, yet his son isn’t like him.
What about her future baby? Will it be more like Sylvan Cheney or like Little Chaley?
Both would be great.
Sunlight filters through the overlapping layers of leaves, streaming down from the gaps in the foliage to weave a chaotic scenic painting on Jasmine Yale’s white dress.
Ti is peaceful.
...
On the last day of June, the finals ended.
The weather was already hot, even the wind was warm.
Everywhere you look, there are vibrant green plants, and they complent the blue sky, forming a beautiful canvas.
The skyscrapers remain skyscrapers, pedestrians are still pedestrians, and Cakago is as bustling as ever.
Jasmine Yale occasionally goes back to the bakery to lend a hand and check on Sweet Kitty.
But because she no longer holds Sweet Kitty, it seems quite displeased, sotis acting as if it couldn’t care less when seeing her, almost like it doesn’t recognize her.
Jasmine Yale felt quite sad, and resorted to bribing it with fish snacks every ti to get it close.
She also wished she could hold it like before, gently stroking its fur, holding it while sleeping, watching the scenery, and basking in the sun.
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