Hearing Kade Yuvan say this, Jasmine Yale scratched her head a little sheepishly.
Kade laughed heartily, "Leave it to , I’ll help you give it to the president."
"In a few days, I’ll bring you a bottle too; my aunt made it. Although it looks kind of dark, it’s not bitter at all, I’ve added honey."
"Alright, then I won’t refuse."
"Okay, Assistant Yuvan, you go ahead with your work, if there’s anything you need my help with, just let know."
"Since you’re here, take these docunts to the head of the secretary departnt and have her scan and copy them." Kade handed a stack of materials to Jasmine Yale.
"Sure, sure, I’ll deliver them right now."
Jasmine Yale hugged the docunts and headed downstairs.
The sentint is what’s important, regardless of whether Sylvan Cheney appreciates it or not.
However, if he throws it away again, she won’t make it for him anymore.
Last ti, the snacks she made, he threw them into the trash can, such a waste of food.
After delivering the materials, Jasmine went alone to the pantry and poured herself a glass of orange juice.
There are many people in the company, and working here makes her feel enriched. She likes blending in with the crowd and being busy.
When leaving work, she said goodbye to Flora Sutton and left Financial City with a bag on her back, alone.
Because she is pregnant, she walks slower than others, and soon she was the only one left behind.
It was precisely the ti when the sun was setting, the orange afterglow sprinkled on her dress, coating her with a faint golden layer.
The warm evening required no umbrella. Neither cold nor hot, the temperature was just right.
Jasmine Yale walked slowly.
Looking up, she saw a little girl sitting on a bench by the road, about three or four years old.
Jasmine Yale smiled and walked over, bending down, "Little baby, are you lost?"
"Lost..." The little girl folded her hands, swinging her legs. Her big bright eyes were very beautiful, she pouted and looked at Jasmine Yale pitifully.
"Where are your mom and dad? I’ll take you to them."
"Mom went to buy jelly for baby."
"And then you sneaked out?"
"No, baby saw a pretty butterfly and chased it." The little girl pointed to the butterfly on the wildflowers by the road.
Jasmine Yale’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly. In the sunset, her silhouette stretched long, looking especially enchanting...
The butterfly flew up, circling the flowers, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and peace all around.
Such a sunset had an indescribable beauty.
Jasmine Yale always felt that if ti could stand still, it would be wonderful.
Jasmine Yale took the little girl’s hand, "Co, Auntie will take you to find your mom."
There weren’t many stores selling jelly here, Jasmine thought she probably knew which one it was.
As they walked, a black Maybach brushed past her.
Jasmine Yale paused for a mont and involuntarily turned her head to look at the car driving away.
It was Sylvan Cheney’s car.
Was he back?
In the sunset, Jasmine Yale, holding the little girl’s hand and with her belly, walked very slowly.
Her back and the surrounding scenery fused into one, like a beautiful oil painting, with a touch of delicacy and refinent everywhere.
On either side were skyscrapers, and beside the road were her and the little girl.
The little girl was lively and adorable, holding Jasmine Yale’s hand, jumping around, occasionally looking up to talk to Jasmine, with bright gleams in her eyes.
The warm hues of the sunset fell on both Jasmine Yale and the little girl, casting a warm glow even on their smiles.
Jasmine Yale was very patient, holding the little girl’s hand as they walked forward.
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