Jasmine Yale started flipping through the files again, making a report to him.
"These reports I did are pretty comprehensive, covering the economy, market..."
Just as she was getting into it, Sylvan Cheney interrupted her, displeased: "I don’t want to hear anything about work today!"
Jasmine Yale was startled and turned to look at him.
"Then what should we talk about?"
"Have you given any thought to the question I asked you this morning?"
"What question..." Jasmine Yale deliberately asked.
"Jasmine Yale, did you forget?" Sylvan Cheney was furious.
"I... you know, pregnancy makes you forgetful for three years, it’s normal not to rember." Jasmine Yale chuckled, smiling sweetly.
"Jasmine Yale, you didn’t take it to heart!"
"Boss, honestly, I just have a bad mory. If you want to bla soone, bla this little one inside , can you really bla him?"
"..." Sylvan Cheney was left speechless by her words, feeling both angry and helpless.
"Boss, what exactly are you referring to? You said quite a lot to today, I can’t possibly rember it all, right?"
"Jasmine Yale, you’re too much!"
"How is that too much, I’m just truly forgetful, pregnant won... Boss, please be understanding."
"Jasmine Yale, I asked you to be my girlfriend."
Jasmine Yale’s face was full of a deep smile, like the spring breeze in March, even the dimples at the corners of her mouth exuded an intoxicating charm.
She wasn’t sure if she was just seeing things, but she thought she saw a trace of awkwardness and nervousness on Sylvan Cheney’s face, even his ears looked a bit red.
Maybe she was just seeing things, after all, it was late, and visibility was poor.
The car moved forward, and the interior suddenly fell into silence.
Ti went on with a "tick-tock" "tick-tock."
Sylvan Cheney didn’t hear a response from Jasmine Yale.
He glanced at her: "Jasmine Yale, what do you think? Hmm?"
"Boss." Jasmine Yale tucked a stray hair behind her ear and smiled gently: "Actually, I want to know what you think. Miss Janus is such a beautiful and sexy lady, yet you want a pregnant woman with a big belly..."
"Boss, did pregnancy make you as dumb as it made ?"
"Will you accept or not?" Sylvan Cheney glanced at her, "I’m just asking you this, will you accept or not?"
"Let think about it, I might accept you, but the baby inside might not. You’ve got such a temper, he’ll be scared."
"Jasmine Yale, I’ve never seen a woman as outrageous as you!"
"If the boss thinks I’m outrageous, we can just talk about work. The design director at the amusent park is quite difficult. Have you dealt with him before? Can you tell what to watch out for when talking to those smart UT n?"
"Boss, what’s your attitude towards the amusent park project? Whether it’s ambiguous or aligned with my ideas, do you want to create a unique amusent park?"
Jasmine Yale rambled on.
The car was filled with her voice echoing.
Whenever she stopped, the air would fall into silence.
Seeing he had no reaction, Jasmine Yale had no choice but to stop talking.
The car took a turn and stopped in front of an exquisite shop front.
Jasmine Yale looked out: "Are we there? This isn’t the place, we still need to drive a little further, past the traffic lights."
"Shut up."
Sylvan Cheney unfastened his seatbelt and got out of the car.
Jasmine Yale was silenced by his outburst and said no more.
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