"Because my mom always told that people who look good don’t lie." Jasmine Yale smiled, looking at him playfully.
"..." Sylvan Cheney curved his lips slightly.
"CEO, it seems like CEO Janus is quite interested in you. Last ti, I saw her holding your arm and hugging you. She probably likes you a lot." Jasmine Yale’s face seed indifferent, but waves of emotion surged in her heart.
Honestly, seeing the person you care about hugged by another woman, it’s impossible not to feel anything.
"Did you see hugging her?"
"Um... that’s hard to say. With the CEO’s personality, he definitely wouldn’t engage in hugging in broad daylight. But behind the scenes, who knows? Besides, she hugs you, you hug her; it’s essentially the sa thing, which ans you two are hugging each other."
"Sharp-tongued." Sylvan Cheney wasn’t aware she was this quick-witted.
He suddenly stood up and walked behind her.
Before Jasmine Yale could react, Sylvan Cheney’s hands reached from behind and wrapped around her waist.
Due to the pregnancy, he couldn’t hold her tightly, rely holding her through the fabric.
With a "clang," Jasmine Yale’s spoon fell onto the plate, making a crisp sound.
Her whole body felt like a current had passed through; he was actively hugging her...
The tingling sensation ca through the clothes, accompanied by the hot breath beside her ear.
Instantly, Jasmine Yale’s body temperature rose, her breath quickened, and her heart was restless.
"CEO, do you like doing this with won in private?" Jasmine Yale smirked.
"Jasmine Yale." He bent down, whispered in her ear, "According to your logic, liking soone ans hugging them. So, what do you think I an right now?"
His voice was gentle, like a spring breeze in March, brushing against her face.
Jasmine’s cheeks turned red, her heart easily stirred by him.
Her previously calm heart now had turbulent waves.
Her whole body felt electrified; she couldn’t handle his kind of teasing.
"Sit down and eat properly." Jasmine said, feeling guilty, "CEO, it’s not proper for a gentleman to be so touchy."
Sylvan Cheney leaned close to her ear, his deep and rich voice sounding by her ear, "If a gentleman can’t be touchy, then I’ll be a scoundrel."
As he spoke, his hot breath curled around her ear, making Jasmine Yale’s neck to ears turn crimson.
Jasmine Yale nudged him with her elbow, "CEO, your skill in flirting with won is quite adept; logically, you must have done it many tis."
"Do you think I’m like that?" Sylvan Cheney frowned.
He hadn’t flirted with won before, but with Jasmine Yale, this technique seed instinctive, easily able to touch her.
Maybe, she was easier to tease.
"I don’t really understand what kind of person the CEO is." Jasmine Yale said calmly, "We’ve only known each other for a few months. But the CEO’s taste is indeed peculiar, being very selective with food and won... even liking pregnant won. It’s truly unique!"
Sylvan Cheney’s hand loosened, moving away from her waist.
He stood up, his brows furrowed, with the depth in his dark pupils as endless as the night sky outside the window.
He stood up and walked to the window, an inexplicable tangle of threads was knotted in his chest, unable to be undone.
His chest felt like it had a rock pressing down on it, with a tumultuous emotion.
He looked out at the vast night sky, his expression indescribable.
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