She stood beside Sylvan Cheney, like a girl relying on a bird, looking up at Sylvan with intimacy, her gaze full of admiration and respect.
"Evan, you heard it all, right?" Her voice was gentle, delicate yet graceful, "I’ve long told you she’s a fox spirit, interested in you, but you didn’t believe . Look, wasn’t I right this ti? I helped you uncover the true face of a fox spirit, how do you plan to thank ..."
"Evan, I said her approach to you wasn’t pure. Look, she wants to take you away from , and wants you to be a cheap dad."
Jasmine Yale lifted her head to look at Sylvan Cheney.
Only then did she realize that Sylvan Cheney’s sharp gaze had been fixed on her, the deep and profound look at the bottom of his eyes was inscrutable.
Well, now it’s confird, the reputation of being a fox spirit.
"Evan, those things just now, she said them all by herself, I didn’t force her. You heard it all, couldn’t be better. This ti, I respect your opinion; if you want to keep her, then continue to keep her, I won’t say anything more, I just hope... you consider a little when making your decision."
"Evan..." Erin Janus held his arm, "Won are all a little bit jealous, if you keep her by your side for the project, I really would be jealous..."
Erin Janus coquettishly acted up to Sylvan Cheney.
Jasmine Yale couldn’t stand listening, she looked at Sylvan Cheney with a slight smile: "President, may I go out? I want to take the baby for a walk."
Sylvan Cheney did not speak, his angular face showing no waves.
His gaze seed to move a bit, yet also seed not to move.
After a long while, he made way.
"Thank you." Jasmine Yale lowered her head, brushed past his shoulder, and gracefully walked down the corridor.
The corridor was thick with the sll of disinfectant, likely just cleaned.
She sniffed, uncertain what she felt at this mont.
Her heart remained quite calm instead.
What she could do was really limited, perhaps the words she said to Erin Janus... were just her final effort to wish him happiness.
How could she possibly win him over from Erin Janus?
After he lost his mory, she was nothing more than a colleague, a subordinate in his eyes, whereas Erin Janus was the first person he recognized, his everything.
She ant nothing else, if her words could give Erin so sense of crisis, to get along well with him later, that would be enough.
At least, don’t quarrel with him when he’s ill.
Not good.
Jasmine Yale walked forward alone.
Behind her, Erin Janus seed to be whispering sothing to Sylvan Cheney.
She didn’t listen closely, and continued to walk alone along this path.
Walking, walking, not knowing how long she had walked, the path gradually reached the end.
At the end, there was an elevator.
She raised her hand to press the button, and the elevator door opened.
She wanted to go downstairs for a walk.
The inpatient departnt had an exceptionally good environnt, with a garden that shielded from wind and rain, most of the garden was artificial potted plants, but very beautiful, and the whole garden was designed to be warm in winter and cool in sumr.
Many patients chatted, played chess, and admired the flowers here, Jasmine Yale walked casually, her face with a shallow smile.
Every morning after breakfast she would take the baby for a walk, especially on Sundays like this, she would usually walk for a long ti.
The sumr wind blew, mixed with the enveloping heat.
Jasmine Yale suddenly felt like eating matcha ice cream.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t eat cold things for now, as the doctor had specially instructed.
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