On Wednesday, it started raining from the early hours of the morning.
The rain poured down continuously from the sky, drumming against the cold windows.
In sumr, there’s always a heavy rain or a storm every now and then.
The city in the rain is hazy, as if shrouded in a layer of white gauze, with no sun in sight, only the misty rain.
Jasmine Yale had already taken the day off yesterday, but that morning, she still held an umbrella and took the subway to the company.
The morning was a bit cold, so she added a small jacket over her dress.
After putting away her umbrella, she headed towards the underground parking lot of the company.
Since she didn’t have a car, she rarely ca here, but she easily found the parking spaces for the company’s executives.
She knew Sylvan Cheney would co to the company today because there was a shareholders eting in the afternoon for which he needed to prepare.
At dawn, there weren’t many people at the company this early, so Jasmine Yale stood waiting in the underground parking lot.
She carried a small black bag, which contained the docunts from her previous prenatal check-ups.
Waiting is a long journey.
In this journey, she was always alone, with no way to predict the destination or the future.
The underground parking lot was very quiet, and Jasmine Yale could even hear her own breathing.
She knew he didn’t often co to the company, and encountering him was always a matter of chance, but he happened to be coming today, and she didn’t want to miss this opportunity.
She wanted him to accompany her for a prenatal check-up, just once would be enough.
When she was pregnant with her first baby, he had never accompanied her, not even called her once. She hid away from the cold glances, not daring to return to the Cheney Residence, and hardly anyone even knew she was pregnant.
Now, pregnant with a second baby, so mories overlapped.
For instance, the sa cold glances, and still, he hadn’t accompanied her.
She wasn’t afraid of the sneers and ridicule; she just didn’t want to have too many regrets.
"Baby, let’s wait a little longer." Jasmine Yale touched her stomach and watched hopefully at the entrance.
Her dark eyes were full of hope, but her heart was pounding hard.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the black Maybach still didn’t appear in her sight.
The day was already bright, but the rain continued to fall.
Jasmine Yale stood silently, carrying her bag and umbrella in one hand, sotis looking at the entrance, sotis lowering her head to count.
"Fifty-nine, sixty, sixty-one..."
Counted to a thousand, still not here.
Butler Santana called: "Miss Yale, where are you? Didn’t you say you’d go to the company to pick up so docunts and be back soon?"
Jasmine Yale quickly replied, "Butler Santana, I’ll just go to the hospital alone later, you go ahead and busy yourself."
"That’s not good, it’s still raining today."
"It’s okay, I’ve got everything I need, I’ll leave the company directly later and won’t go ho."
"The roads are slippery when it rains, be careful."
"Okay, okay, don’t worry, Butler Santana."
Jasmine Yale didn’t plan to tell Butler Santana about Sylvan Cheney; as long as she didn’t ntion it, Butler Santana wouldn’t likely co across anything about Sylvan Cheney.
After all, Butler Santana doesn’t usually read financial magazines.
Putting away the phone, Jasmine Yale leaned against the wall, continuing to wait in silence.
Just like countless days and nights before, waiting for him.
Her gaze fell on the entrance, waiting for that black Maybach, his car.
Waiting and waiting, endlessly.
Ti was leisurely and long, just like the rain, falling ceaselessly.
Jasmine Yale’s pupils were filled with hope and expectation, shimring with brilliance, without disappointnt or pain.
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