Since the day she called Sylvan Cheney, Jasmine Yale hadn’t seen Sylvan Cheney for several days.
He hadn’t called her or sent her any texts either.
Erin Janus also stopped bothering her. She was still working at Jas Group and responsible for the amusent park project.
Her peaceful work life resud with a nine-to-five routine. In her free ti, she would shop at supermarkets, browse mother-and-baby stores, and take walks with her baby, but she hadn’t run into Sylvan Cheney again.
The answer was already obvious.
This multiple-choice question wasn’t very difficult.
Any mature and rational adult knows what choice to make.
Jasmine Yale also knew she didn’t have an emotional foundation with him, and love is the most basic guarantee for two people staying together.
If he didn’t have any love for her, no matter what she did would be forcing it.
Their current relationship was thinner than paper; a gentle tug would break it.
The world of adults isn’t just about ’right and wrong’; it also involves significant interests and considerations about life prospects.
Thinking in this way, he being together with Erin Janus was also quite a good choice.
Jasmine Yale’s work was busy, and she wouldn’t always keep these matters in mind, still commuting between the company and ho every day.
One day, she went to Kade Yuvan’s office to deliver so docunts.
Kade Yuvan was busy, calling several project managers in turns.
Seeing her co in, he hung up the phone and gestured for her to put the docunts on the table.
"Assistant Yuvan, are you very busy? I have a work report I’d like to consult with you." Jasmine Yale pulled out a thin docunt.
"Go ahead, I’m listening."
Jasmine Yale explained her assessnt report for the amusent park project to Kade Yuvan and also updated him on the funding progress at the entertainnt center.
Kade Yuvan nodded along while listening: "Quite good, there’s no major issue, keep going with it. The president’s gone to France for a business trip these days and won’t be back soon; if anything cos up, just contact ."
"There are so docunts that need the president’s signature."
"Let see." Kade Yuvan flipped through them, "Next week... hmm, no problem, leave them here. The president will be back next week."
"Okay, I’ll head down then." Jasmine Yale smiled, "Assistant Yuvan, aren’t you going to France?"
"Things are tight here; I didn’t go."
"Then I’ll head downstairs, if there’s anything, I’ll give you a call."
"OK." Kade Yuvan suddenly called her, "These docunts needing the president’s signature, put them on the president’s desk, and rember to stick a note so that the president sees them as soon as he’s back."
"Sure."
Jasmine Yale took the docunts.
Sylvan Cheney’s office wasn’t far from Kade Yuvan’s, just a few steps away.
Jasmine Yale used the key Kade Yuvan gave her to open the door.
The spacious office remained unchanged, its style simple and minimalist, its tone cool and muted.
Sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading across the floor, rging the entire office into the soft early autumn sunlight.
It wasn’t her first ti in Sylvan Cheney’s office.
The docunts and notebooks on the desk were neatly arranged, spotlessly clean.
Jasmine Yale placed the docunts needing his signature on the desk and attached a sticky note to the cover.
The table and chair no longer held his warmth; there was a sense of stillness and solitude in the air, and even the temperature seed to have dropped.
Jasmine Yale’s slender fingers slid over the docunts, she sighed, and turned to leave.
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