Sylvan Cheney didn’t speak any further.
Jasmine Yale hesitated for a while and still bargained, "President, I’m pregnant now and can’t really stay up late. Can the ti be more flexible?"
"You listened to my conversation with Mr. Dick quite a bit today. What’s the matter, was it difficult? Or is it that your comprehension is lacking, and you’re not up to the task?"
"No problem, I can handle it."
"Then no bargaining!"
"Oh."
The atmosphere inside the car quieted down.
Jasmine Yale looked at the roses in her hand, feeling troubled.
The car drove steadily on the wide road, surrounded by silence.
There was still a long stretch of road from the manor to the city, and this part of the journey was very peaceful.
Inside the car, there was only the steady breathing of Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney. Jasmine wasn’t sleepy, just felt her heart thumping endlessly.
Suddenly, Sylvan Cheney’s phone rang, the vibration sounding particularly clear inside the car.
"Evan, I’m dancing at a bar. Are you coming? There’s a new bar on East Street, my friend’s investnt. It’s lively, and Stacy and her boyfriend are here too." It was Erin Janus.
"I went to Mr. Dick’s manor today. I can’t make it tonight."
"It’s fine, you can co later. I’m planning to stay out all night."
"Girls shouldn’t stay up all night; it’s bad for the skin."
"It’s nothing. Evan, you’re too cautious. It’s okay to have fun occasionally, and besides, it’s Sunday tomorrow, so there’s no work." Erin’s voice was cheerful and bright, "If you’re coming, I’ll have soone pick you up."
"No need, we’ll talk next ti. I drank with Mr. Dick today, and I have a headache." Sylvan’s voice was low.
"Then I’ll hang out with Stacy."
"Mm, co ho early."
"Okay."
As she spoke, Erin hung up the phone.
Jasmine Yale turned her head to look at Sylvan Cheney, not many people dared to hang up on him.
Seeing that Sylvan didn’t look good, she couldn’t help but say, "Headache? Wait for downstairs at my place, and I’ll get you so hangover tea."
"Who said I’m going to stop at your place."
"Then where are you going to drop off?" Jasmine widened her eyes, looking at him incredulously.
"On the road."
"Liar!" Jasmine bit her lip.
She really thought he wouldn’t stop downstairs at her place.
Sylvan closed his eyes, his lips curled up slightly, his long eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow under his eyes, his chiseled face had a dim glow.
The alcohol hit him, and he reached to undo two buttons at his collar, feeling a bit impatient and restless.
The elegant scent from Jasmine’s body mixed with the fragrance of roses, driftnig constantly toward his nose.
This kind of night, boundless, gave him a feeling of powerless emptiness.
In a daze, everything seed blank.
Jasmine kept her head down, not knowing what to say, and could only silently stroke the petals.
She heard the content of Erin’s call with him.
He had drunk, and his head hurt, yet Erin didn’t seem to care.
But girls raised in the West tend to be a bit carefree and unrestrained.
The starry sky was silent, and ripples passed through Jasmine’s heart.
About fifty minutes later, the Maybach ca to a stop under Jasmine’s building complex.
The wind rustled the tree leaves with a "shushing" sound.
Jasmine gathered her belongings, "President, wait for , just a mont. Really, just a mont, you must wait for ."
With that, Jasmine got out of the car with the roses and notebook, and headed upstairs.
Inside the car, Sylvan Cheney leaned back in the seat.
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