Unable to go against Sylvan Cheney, Jasmine Yale awkwardly clutched her phone and rubbed her forehead, "Then I’ll make a trip to the president’s office, please wait for . Pregnant won walk slowly, don’t rush."
"..." This ti, Sylvan Cheney didn’t make things difficult for her.
Hanging up the phone, Jasmine Yale slowly sorted out so docunts and deliberately took her ti heading upstairs.
She was still wearing the ankle-length dress from the evening, with flat sandals on her feet.
The entire building was quiet, devoid of any sound of people.
He was on the top floor, she needed to take the elevator to go up.
But there was a long distance from the departnt to the elevator entrance.
She looked out the window, outside was the dark night sky, silent and still, with bright stars twinkling above.
The financial district was far from the city center, without much noise, especially at this ti on a Saturday, Jasmine Yale could clearly hear her own footsteps.
Step by step, very slowly.
She rembered before the age of twenty, she was very afraid of such nights, especially when walking on a night road alone.
Being easily moved to tears, she was easily scared to cry.
But now knowing he was waiting for her upstairs, her heart instead felt calm, with no fear.
Even if he wasn’t waiting for her, she wouldn’t be afraid.
Being a mother now, how could she still be afraid.
With the window not closed, the evening breeze ca in, carrying the fragrance of grass and the scent of flowers, everywhere exuding the unique breath of sumr.
Her thoughts gradually cald down.
She walked slowly, taking the rare chance to admire the company’s night scene.
The starry sky was beautiful, the night was nice, and the ti was good too.
In the long corridor, only her footsteps could be heard as she headed to the elevator entrance, carrying her bag.
She liked such monts, where all agitation could return to normal.
Jasmine Yale finally reached the elevator entrance, took the elevator to the president’s office.
Nearly ten minutes had passed since the call.
But Jasmine Yale didn’t expect, that when she gently pushed the door open, she’d see Sylvan Cheney asleep in the chair.
The office was cool with the cold air from the air conditioning.
But the temperature was set too low, she couldn’t help but shiver when she ca in.
Sylvan Cheney was asleep, the computer still on, with fatigue and weariness beneath his eyes, and a blush of drunkenness on his cheeks.
Jasmine Yale felt both amused and annoyed that he called her over only to fall asleep.
She saw a blanket on the sofa, walked over quietly, picked it up, and gently covered him with it.
His guard was usually high, but this ti, he didn’t wake up.
Jasmine Yale stared at him for quite a while.
He was still the sa, unchanged, with handso features, long lashes, and a high nose.
The office was quiet, completely silent.
He slept while she stood.
Her gentle gaze remained on him.
After standing for a while, Jasmine Yale felt a bit cold, so she went to adjust the air conditioning temperature higher.
Such a night was indeed chilly.
Perhaps her movent woke Sylvan Cheney, as he awoke.
Seeing the blanket on him, he frowned, and looked displeased at the woman walking around with her belly.
In such quiet, even the slightest actions are amplified.
Jasmine Yale turned her head and smiled, "You’re awake?"
Under the light, her smile was gentle and graceful.
He frowned and tossed aside the blanket, "The report has major issues, I previously ntioned an important issue concerning the core chip. This is a crucial issue I’m discussing with TR tomorrow, which you didn’t ntion at all."
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