"Yes, that’s right. After I dropped off the president downstairs, he went up with the cake, and it seed like he had a gift prepared too. Miss Yale, do you prefer celebrating your birthday with many people?" Elder Axel expressed his confusion about Jasmine Yale’s question.
He only knew that Jasmine Yale didn’t show up that night, and the president waited for her all night long.
By around ten o’clock at night, the president, having drunk too much, ca downstairs with bloodshot eyes and unsteady breath, and Axel almost thought sothing had happened.
But at that ti, the president said nothing, just instructed him to drive to where Jasmine Yale lived.
He did as told.
Counting the ti, the president waited for Jasmine Yale in the neighborhood for almost an hour.
"No..." Jasmine Yale was in a daze, her hand moved awkwardly, feeling uneasy and awkward, "Wasn’t that night a celebration for him and his colleagues winning the casino partnership?"
"No, not at all." Elder Axel was again puzzled, "No one from the company went to Season, I’m certain about that. After work, the president went alone, and the room he booked ... it was just for two people."
Jasmine Yale was stunned.
He booked a room... to celebrate her birthday?
She had always mistakenly thought that he was going to have dinner with his colleagues, and he even bought her a cake and a gift?
Why didn’t he explain clearly? In this regard, it’s just like before, he never wants to explain anything, nor does he want to tell her anything.
"What about the cake? The gift?" Jasmine Yale looked at Elder Axel.
"The cake... well..." Elder Axel scratched his head, embarrassed to speak.
"Hmm? What happened?"
"The cake... the president... threw it away... quite a sha, it was a big cake bought from a very expensive bakery. You didn’t co, so the president threw it away."
"Why didn’t he let soone else eat it?!" Waste is shaful.
"That cake was bought for Miss Yale, how could it be given to others..." Elder Axel said, "As for the gift, I don’t know, I only know the president had a box in his pocket, as for what it was... you should ask the president."
There were many things that Elder Axel truly did not know.
Besides, he is very loyal to Sylvan Cheney; he would never actively investigate or follow him.
Jasmine Yale bit her lip, "I see."
"Miss Yale, if the president hurt you that night, I hope you can forgive him... he probably didn’t an it, he was probably just really angry... he waited all night, anyone would have a temper..."
"Oh." Jasmine Yale lowered her head and picked up a piece of brown sugar, "How did he know my birthday."
"Miss Yale, that question..." Elder Axel laughed, "It’s all in the employnt resu."
Jasmine Yale blushed, realizing she had asked a very silly question.
She fell silent, quietly making desserts.
She was making all the things she was best at, including Sylvan Cheney’s favorite matcha mille crepes, but due to limited ingredients in the hospital pastry room, she could only try to make it as exquisite as possible.
There were quite a few elderly people and children here, a lot of ovens, and the aroma was everywhere.
But, there were no pregnant won like her.
She moved slowly, sotis setting the oven ti, sotis adding ingredients.
Elder Axel stayed close behind Jasmine Yale the entire ti, sotis helping her with things.
"Master Axel, the president has a really bad temper, aren’t you aggrieved to follow him?"
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