Tonight, at the estate, there was too much drinking.
After coming back, he threw up twice. The drunkenness eased a bit, but the headache and stomach pain didn’t lessen at all.
He didn’t expect Jasmine Yale to call at this hour.
Outside the window, the night was deep and it was already late.
In Sylvan Cheney’s apartnt, there was no sound, only the soft and lively voice of Jasmine Yale.
"At this hour, I don’t want to hear about any work matters. If there’s sothing, say it during the day!"
"Why are you still up? You know it’s past midnight, why aren’t you sleeping?" Jasmine could hear the fatigue and weakness in his voice.
But who was he? He was Sylvan Cheney. No matter how exhausted, he wouldn’t show it at all.
"Do you know it’s very rude to call at this hour? Hmm? Besides, calling in the middle of the night, I can’t guarantee you don’t have other intentions."
Jasmine was so angry that she trembled.
What kind of talk is this?
His aning was clear, basically, she had ulterior motives in calling him in the middle of the night.
She just wanted to share so work matters with him, and by the way, ask if his headache had gotten any better.
She couldn’t argue with him. If she really did, she’d have been angry enough to end up in the hospital long ago.
"CEO, I have no intentions towards you. On the contrary, it’s you, hurting repeatedly. Do you find it interesting or amusing?"
"I don’t want to argue with you. Your energy is best spent on work, don’t co here to wrestle with . Arguing with doesn’t end well."
As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of bitterness welled up in Sylvan Cheney’s stomach.
He turned on the faucet and threw up.
The man in the mirror looked pale and exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes.
"Hey, hey, what’s wrong with you?" Jasmine heard sothing was off and her heart leaped to her throat.
Sylvan Cheney’s fingers were trembling, he threw the phone away, cutting off the call.
The bitterness in his stomach rose, and Sylvan Cheney vomited everything out.
He hadn’t eaten much tonight, and now he felt terribly uncomfortable, with a throbbing headache and a stomach in knots.
Since coming to Cakago, there had been many social events. This wasn’t the first or second ti he had been like this, but this ti it ca on strong.
Perhaps the wine at the estate was particularly strong.
Just as he straightened up, preparing to get so dicine from the dical box, "thud," he collapsed onto the floor.
The hazy moonlight shone through the curtains, the night deep and the clouds light.
In the early hours of Cakago, it was silent and deserted.
Moonlight spilled over the dense branches, the bright light filtering through the intertwined branches casting shadows on the ground.
The tree shadows swayed, peaceful and silent.
Jasmine hurriedly threw on a coat and, after getting the address from Kade Yuvan, rushed to Sylvan Cheney’s apartnt.
What on earth happened to him?
Is he not doing well?
Jasmine’s chest surged with anxiety and agitation as she continuously urged the taxi driver, "Please drive faster, thank you."
The roadside trees sped past rapidly, the car driving steadily along the wide road.
At this hour, there were almost no pedestrians on the road, only vehicles coming and going and towering skyscrapers.
Her heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
She pressed her pulse, trying hard to calm herself.
Whether he scolded her or reprimanded her, she wouldn’t argue back, but if he didn’t take good care of himself, she definitely would.
The events of the past few days resurfaced in her mind.
During this ti, he had been working late, attending etings, and traveling back and forth between various countries and regions.
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