In the quiet elevator, her voice was exceptionally soft, with a hint of playful teasing.
"You look good even without makeup." He was holding his phone, standing at the entrance of the corridor.
"CEO, you’re quite good at sweet-talking. Seems like you’ve been through this many tis..."
"..."
Sylvan Cheney always felt that he was no longer her match when it ca to verbal sparring.
"Ding"—
The elevator arrived.
Jasmine Yale hung up the phone and walked slowly towards the corridor entrance.
As soon as she turned a corner, she saw Sylvan Cheney and quickened her pace to stand before him: "CEO, are you silly? The wind is strongest at the entryway; didn’t you know that?"
Speaking, she grabbed his arm, intending to pull him inside.
But just as her fingers touched his wrist, Sylvan Cheney pinned her against the wall behind him.
Jasmine Yale quickly reacted, her eyes widened!
As he lowered his head, nearing her lips to kiss her, Jasmine smiled and pushed him away: "CEO, you haven’t told , why did you co back tonight? Wasn’t it supposed to be the day after tomorrow?"
Sylvan Cheney’s eyes flashed coldly, with a hint of anger.
He was very close to her, the two of them were only inches apart.
He could see the glint in her pupils, and she could feel his hurried breath.
The surrounding temperature rose rapidly.
Jasmine Yale’s eyes were clear and bright, with a touch of innocence, but she still dodged away from him.
"Jasmine Yale..." he began, his voice restrained and hoarse, his deep gaze fixed on her face, "Tomorrow there’s only a wine banquet, it’s optional to attend."
His eyes were filled with restraint and control, the edges slightly reddened.
At this mont, the man was dangerous, even his breath carried a ssage of danger.
Jasmine Yale looked at him: "Since there’s a schedule planned, it should be attended, coming back early isn’t good."
"This morning’s matter, I feel uneasy about it."
"Assistant Yuvan has gone to handle it, the CEO should trust his capability, he’ll definitely give a satisfactory answer."
"Jasmine Yale!" Sylvan Cheney shouted, "What do you an by giving such an unequivocal and official answer? Hm? I specially took an eight-hour flight back to Cakago, not to hear your nonsense!"
Jasmine Yale was taken aback by his shout, then quickly reacted and laughed: "So what do you want to hear?"
"Jasmine Yale, are you pretending to be dense or are you really that dumb?"
"Pregnant won tend to be a bit dumb, please forgive , CEO."
Jasmine smiled at Sylvan Cheney, her eyes sparkled brilliantly, exceptionally attractive, like the brightest star in the sky.
Because she had just showered, Jasmine Yale’s lips were red and teeth white, with a fragrance of body wash lingering around her.
Sylvan Cheney struggled to contain his body’s restlessness, he stared at her chattering red lips, pressing her shoulders, trying to kiss her.
But, Jasmine Yale dodged that kiss.
Failing to kiss her, Sylvan Cheney felt a bit frustrated and shy.
"Jasmine Yale, you’re pretending to be dumb with ."
"CEO, answer a question." Jasmine Yale looked at his reddened eyes, with sincerity in her gaze, "Have you ever experienced wandering the streets, penniless?"
"Why are you asking this?"
"Just asking."
"No." Sylvan Cheney frowned.
Maybe he had before, but he already discarded those mories from the past...
"Have you ever imagined if one day you were stranded on the streets, or could only rent a very small place, or were chased by creditors... Have you thought about it?"
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