Originally, she didn’t plan to chat much in the group, but she unexpectedly saw soone send a large red packet just as she was about to put her phone away.
That’s right, it was Sylvan Cheney.
After sending the red packet, he went silent, but the group erupted in ssages—
A: The CEO is so generous.
B: Oh my god, it’s the CEO, the CEO sent a big red packet!
C: Quick, grab it! The quick hands get it, the slow ones miss out!
D: I got it! Fifty-two bucks! Fifty-two bucks!
E: Thank you, boss.
Jasmine Yale didn’t grab it, nor did she want to. She pretended not to see it and quietly turned off her phone.
That was still yesterday night.
If she hadn’t rembered incorrectly, he was not in Cakago both yesterday and today, presumably attending a business forum summit in Conada.
He was in Conada, so why did he call her?
Jasmine hesitated, but the call had already ended.
Since the last incident, she always harbored so apprehension towards him.
Although she hadn’t received any news of being fired, each day felt like sitting on pins and needles, tense and apprehensive.
This feeling of being a frog boiled in warm water was unpleasant.
She started to check out with a small cart.
Just as the cashier was calculating the bill, Sylvan Cheney’s call ca in again.
Jasmine took items from the cart while holding the phone between her shoulder and ear: "Hello."
"..."
"Hello, why aren’t you speaking?"
"I’m hungry."
Jasmine’s phone almost fell with a "snap" noise.
Silence.
There was silence on both ends.
Jasmine swallowed and calmly said, "CEO, did you call the wrong number? I’m Jasmine Yale."
"Bring sothing to eat, to the CEO’s office."
"I...I was planning to shower and sleep."
"Eat and then I’ll take you to see fireflies."
Jasmine was once again stunned, unable to utter a word for a long while. Her face froze, her actions abruptly halted.
Fireflies...
He rembered that?
That was rely a promise made one night after drinking at Mr. Dick’s estate.
"Miss, your items have been totaled," the cashier urged.
Jasmine quickly gathered her things.
Jasmine was silent for a long ti, then said lightly, "CEO, the fireflies were my suggestion, but lately I don’t really have the desire to see them, so never mind, you don’t need to fulfill it."
"Sumr is ending soon, think it over."
"It’ll end, it’ll end, that’s fine," Jasmine’s voice was hoarse and endless, a knot in her throat, she couldn’t catch her breath.
"That’s your own words, don’t go back on it." Over there, Sylvan’s voice was suppressed, deep and cold.
"I won’t go back on it," Jasmine said lightly, "CEO, do you know? There are tis when one is particularly infatuated with sothing or soone, desperately yearning, but after that ti passes, you find you didn’t want it that much after all."
"You’re crazy."
Jasmine: "..."
So her sentint was crazy in Sylvan’s eyes?
"Half an hour’s ti, is that enough?"
"What?" Jasmine was puzzled, half an hour for what.
"I said I’m hungry, I give you half an hour to get here, is that enough?" Sylvan cursed softly, "Idiot."
"CEO, you called the wrong number, I’m not going." Jasmine said after hanging up on Sylvan’s call.
She wouldn’t go.
Everyone has a bit of temper; why should she follow just because he says so, why should she go just because he wants her to.
She still rembered the harsh words he said to her a few days ago.
The heart is not made of stone.
She can also feel pain, feel tired.
Jasmine carried her shopping bags and walked out of the supermarket.
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