She crouched on the ground, the scorching sun above, the blazing sunlight shining on her slender body.
She vomited until she was dizzy, her hand supporting the ground. Suddenly, a dizziness ca over her, her vision darkening, and she fainted.
A black Maybach abruptly stopped.
The driver got out of the car first, helped Jasmine Yale from the ground, and handed her a tissue and a cup of water.
The sun remained fiery hot.
In a daze, Jasmine Yale felt soone holding her, lifting her up from the ground.
The back door of the Maybach opened, and a tall, handso, distinguished gentleman stepped out, his well-defined fingers opening a sunshade to cover Jasmine Yale’s head.
He furrowed his brows, his angular face showing a stern expression, his eyes revealing depth and darkness, his ink-colored shirt and black trousers wrapping his perfect physique.
Under the scorching sun, he had a proud posture, forming an impressive scene.
His gaze fell on the slim and fragile Jasmine Yale on the ground, and he saw her hands protecting her lower abdon.
"President, she fainted." The driver glanced up at his president, "She looks like she’s pregnant."
"Drive my car and take her to the hospital."
"What about you, President..."
"I’ll walk to the company, it’s not far."
"Sorry to trouble you."
The driver helped Jasmine Yale into the car.
In her haze, Jasmine Yale heard that man’s deep and seductive voice...
Sylvan Cheney!
It was Sylvan Cheney’s voice!
Though he left her three months ago, she rembers, she rembers his voice, she can never forget!
Jasmine Yale sat in the passenger seat, struggling painfully, trying to break free from the seatbelt.
The sun was dazzling, she tried hard to keep herself conscious, tried hard to take a look at this person.
The car slowly started.
It was not an auditory hallucination; his voice was indeed in her ears just now!
She had listened to his voice for eighteen years, how could she hear wrong?
In the deep of night, he often held her in his arms, whispered in her ear, calling her na: "Jasy..."
It’s been only just over three months, just over three months, she hasn’t forgotten.
His voice, she has never forgotten.
And just now, that person, sounded so much, so much like him.
The car restarted, heading from the financial district road towards the hospital.
Her subconscious was filled entirely with Sylvan Cheney, she furrowed her brows in pain, struggling hard.
The driver quickly said, "Miss, don’t move around, I’m driving."
"No... don’t leave..." Jasmine Yale mumbled dazedly, her head heavy, a bitterness in her throat, her voice very light.
"Miss, you have an accent like soone from Landon, what a coincidence to et a fellow in Cakago. I’m from Landon, my president is too." The driver was a young, cheerful man, "My president took a liking to back then, kept as his assistant because I’m from Landon. It’s easier to chat."
"Sylvan Cheney... Sylvan Cheney..." Jasmine Yale closed her eyes in pain, calling his na.
"Hmm?" The driver was startled, almost stepped on the brake, "How do you know our president’s na?"
Jasmine Yale didn’t speak, suddenly tears overflowed from her eyes.
It really was him, why did he ignore her...
Is he pretending not to recognize her on purpose?
The driver slapped the steering wheel and laughed, "Oh, I see. Our president is quite popular in Cakago, he was even featured in a magazine issue recently. You know our president, that’s normal, very normal."
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