On the other end, there was no response.
After a long while, Jasmine Yale typed a lengthy ssage to him: President, the baby and I lack nothing, and I’m not soone with many pursuits. Do you know what my greatest dream is? It’s not a promotion, not a high salary, nor traveling the world. It’s having a warm courtyard, with a cat, where I can hold my cat and bask in the sun, dreaming, with no wind, no rain, only stability and warmth.
She sent it out.
On the other end, there was still no response.
Jasmine Yale typed another lengthy ssage: President, I don’t know if you have any misunderstandings about , or if the rumors outside make you think I’m a very casual person. If you really think that way, then please stay away from .
After sending, she hugged her arms, suddenly feeling a bit cold.
This coldness emanated from the heart.
She really didn’t know how Sylvan Cheney saw her, what kind of person he took her to be.
If he really thought of her as that kind of casual woman, she would be heartbroken.
That kind of casual woman implies soone who can be bought with money, soone who can be played with at will.
If Sylvan Cheney really thought that way, how could she not feel heartbroken...
Her fingertips touched the red string on her hand, the plump and glossy red beans shining with a clear and bright light under the lamp, faint and dim.
Intricately carved dice, secured with red beans, how deep the longing, do you know?
WeChat, still no response.
She didn’t know if he hadn’t thought it through or had other considerations.
She really disliked this feeling, being treated like a mistress.
How could Sylvan Cheney put her in such a position.
No response, Jasmine Yale simply turned off her phone.
Alright, let him figure it out.
Once she completes the initial work on the amusent park project, she’ll leave Jas Group, and by then the baby will have been born.
Jasmine Yale turned off the lights.
The autumn night, insects chirped softly, a bright moon hung in the sky, its clear light spilling over the curtains.
Countless thoughts, cutting them wouldn’t sever, tidying them wouldn’t clear.
...
The next day, Jasmine Yale, as usual, was busy in the office making calls to various heads, taking notes.
Her work notebook was already filled to capacity with writing, and her computer docunts were full of various investigative plans, summaries, reports, and data tables.
She took this project very seriously, handling even the details with caution.
Just then, her phone rang.
It was a ssage from Sylvan Cheney: Co to my office.
Five words, Jasmine Yale looked at them for a long ti.
She happened to have work progress to report to him, so she packed up a few docunts and went upstairs with her notebook.
The early autumn sunlight was bright and clear.
Walking by the floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette moved gracefully, accompanied by the morning sun and bright light.
She wasn’t in a hurry, walking slowly.
Her heart was not turbulent, calm and peaceful.
She had sent him so many words last night, and he acted like he hadn’t seen them. Ha, when did he beco so cunning.
In the past, his cleverness and tactics were only used on outsiders, now those tricks were used on her.
Not responding was indeed a very clever move.
After all, the words she sent him were too aggressive, and any response would be awkward, but by staying silent, he could pretend he hadn’t seen them, as if nothing had happened.
No doubt, he often used this tactic in business.
Jasmine Yale reached the upstairs, glancing at the naplate of the president’s office.
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