Capítulo 1882: Chapter 1882: What Happened to the Little Princess?
This voice seed to drift from a distant horizon, entering his ears, and his head beca very painful.
A girl’s voice counting echoed in his mind—
“One, two, three, four…”
The voice held the unique beauty and liveliness of adolescence, but was very far away, so far it seed separated by a whole space-ti.
Sylvan Cheney’s head hurt intensely, and sweat beaded on his back.
He suppressed his restlessness and rummaged through the car for a dicine box.
With a sip of mineral water, he took a painkiller, leaned on the driver’s seat, and let out a heavy sigh.
Where his sight could reach, Jasmine Yale was already walking further and further away. She walked slowly but with a light step, her floral dress seemingly turning white, the kind of white adored by seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls.
Soon, Jasmine Yale’s figure blended into the night.
Sylvan Cheney looked up, seeing only the boundless sky.
Thin clouds floated softly in the sky, stars shining bright.
Street lamps stood quietly by the roadside, extending along the road, seemingly with no end.
Sylvan Cheney rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes, and leaned heavily against the car.
In the distance, Jasmine Yale counted to “three hundred and twenty-one” and finally stopped, looking at the ground with slight disappointnt, “Odd number… male baby, huh.”
She touched her stomach and muttered to herself, “What about the promised Little Princess? Where’s the Little Princess?”
“Maybe I miscounted, with so many steps, it’s normal to count wrong…”
In her heart, Jasmine Yale still wanted a little girl.
Daughters are nice, daughters are endearing, and could accompany her in the future.
As she pondered, Jasmine Yale paused her steps.
She turned her head, surprised to see the Maybach in the distance, why was it still there? Why didn’t it drive away?
What’s wrong with him?
Out of instinctive concern, her heart fluttered, and she walked back.
The Maybach’s window was open, and she saw Sylvan Cheney leaning against the seat, one hand supporting his forehead, with thick exhaustion and weariness in his eyes.
His brows were deeply furrowed.
“Not feeling well?” Jasmine Yale bent down and looked at him.
Sylvan Cheney wasn’t asleep. Hearing Jasmine Yale’s voice, he didn’t open his eyes or make a sound.
Jasmine Yale knew he liked to put on a brave face before strangers, calmly said, “If you’re not feeling well, don’t work overti. Overti is too exhausting, and you just flew back from Dabai.”
“Work can never be finished, why work overti so late? Is the company’s interest really your top priority?”
“I think health is most important. Only with health can you have everything else.”
“Shut up,” Sylvan Cheney said heavily.
So noisy.
“What!” Jasmine Yale widened her eyes at him, unreasonable.
She was clearly being reasonable, and yet he told her to shut up!
“CEO Cheney, your nightlife isn’t that interesting, you’re young, you should be going to KTV, bars, or even just a cinema, that would be nice.”
“I told you to shut up!”
“Oh.” Jasmine Yale pouted, straightened up, “I’m going ho. You should go back early too.”
Jasmine Yale admired Sylvan Cheney, working overti right after returning from Dabai.
His fiancée must be really understanding, not minding him?
Not only does he work overti, he smokes, drinks, and socializes, not caring for himself at all.
Making money isn’t ant to be done like this.
But when she thought of the diamond ring worth tens of millions he bought for Erin Janus, she dropped all these thoughts.
If he wants to work overti, let him. Why should she care when even his fiancée doesn’t?
She carried her bag and walked forward.
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