Sylvan Cheney’s eyes glinted coldly, and with a "bang," he shut the window and drew the curtains.
Downstairs.
Jasmine Yale looked at Yukon Carbon and laughed, "Are you asleep?"
"No, your work efficiency is high, it’s a little after ten, neither too early nor too late," Yukon pointed at his watch.
"It’s alright, the difficulty wasn’t very high, so I finished quickly. Sorry for making you co pick up so late."
"I won’t be in Cakago for many days. These few days, I can co to pick you up and drop you off every day."
"No, no, I can take the subway, and I’m... pretty low-key."
"Afraid of being misunderstood? Then just say I’m your brother." Yukon didn’t seem to mind.
Jasmine chuckled awkwardly.
"Get in the car, I’ll take you ho, there’s so night snacks I bought for you in the car, make sure to eat so. I got bored tonight and made so snacks, they’re also in the car, take them all ho."
Jasmine got into the car and as expected, there was a large handbag.
"Slls good, your skills are definitely better than mine."
Jasmine looked down at the handbag, and on such a night, suddenly felt a burst of happiness.
Actually, no matter what kind of woman... she wants to be cherished, right?
Not hoping for too much, just waiting for her in the wind and rain, holding an umbrella for her, cooking a al when she’s helpless, holding her in his arms, that seems to be enough.
Yukon Carbon treats her very very well, sotis she wonders, what if Yukon had been the first person she t?
The car shuttled under the night sky, driving onto the wide and deserted road.
As usual, Yukon escorted her all the way to downstairs and watched her go upstairs.
After showering, Jasmine dried her hair and sat on the bed in loose cotton pajamas.
She didn’t know why, but she felt quite good today.
Maybe it’s because the baby is moving.
She glanced at her phone; it was twelve o’clock.
She had saved Sylvan Cheney’s phone number, it must be his private number in Cakago.
She sent him a text ssage: CEO Cheney, where can one see the best fireflies in Cakago?
She didn’t know if he was asleep or had left the company.
But, he didn’t reply to her.
"Tsk tsk." Jasmine tossed away the phone, so aloof, "If he doesn’t reply, then forget it."
"Baby, should mommy give you a nickna?" Jasmine patiently talked to the child in her tummy and then started telling a story to the baby.
Days like this were quite fulfilling too; at least, she didn’t feel lonely or uncomfortable anymore.
He’s still alive, and that’s the best news.
In the bedroom, Jasmine’s voice was gentle, she flipped through the storybook, just like Sylvan Cheney used to tell her stories, she was telling stories to the baby.
During the evening, the baby wasn’t moving anymore, seemingly sleeping peacefully.
As she kept telling the story, Jasmine managed to lull herself to sleep, the book fell to the ground while she snuggled under the quilt and slept.
On sumr nights with the air conditioner on, it was particularly comfortable, and after falling asleep, she drifted into dreamland.
In the dream, everything was good.
...
During those very few days Yukon Carbon was in Cakago, he really did co daily to pick up and drop off Jasmine Yale from work.
Occasionally, the people in the company gossiped.
Sotis as Jasmine walked past a group, she’d hear the word "vixen."
Jasmine chuckled awkwardly, in the past twenty-plus years, she had never received such high praise.
A vixen ans being beautiful, having good taste, a great figure, and being charming; which of those did she fit?
She never took such words to heart, dismissing them with a laugh.
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