Sylvan Cheney glanced at Jasmine Yale, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips: "Baby, I’ll give it to you later, don’t worry."
Saying this, he picked up his phone and walked towards the window with his long strides.
Jasmine Yale was taken aback for a mont, damn it...
On the other end of the line, Yukon Carbon paused, listening.
Sylvan Cheney spoke first, polite and gentle: "Hello, what can I do for you?"
Yukon Carbon seed to understand sothing. Ever since he saw Jasmine Yale walking ho alongside another man on that rainy night, he had a vague sense of what was happening.
"Nothing, just wanted to ask if Jasmine has had breakfast."
"She’s dining with . I prepared a full breakfast for her, so don’t worry."
"Oh." Yukon’s voice lowered, "I won’t disturb you."
Yukon Carbon hung up the phone. It was rare for him to hang up on Jasmine Yale, a rare occurrence indeed.
Sylvan Cheney smirked, put down the phone, and glanced at the na on the screen "Yukon."
Jasmine Yale seed very upset. Unable to contend with Sylvan Cheney, she sat by the dining table, watching him coldly.
Yukon Carbon was an unthreatening man, gentle, elegant, humble, and courteous—completely different from Sylvan Cheney.
If Yukon Carbon was a sheep, then Sylvan Cheney was a wolf.
In front of Sylvan Cheney, Yukon Carbon stood no chance of gaining any advantage.
Sylvan Cheney handed the phone back to Jasmine Yale, sitting across from her, his face calm and unruffled: "He’s the man who gave you the bracelet for your birthday, right."
"Sylvan Cheney, you’ve gone too far, you’ve really gone too far this ti." Jasmine Yale was genuinely angry; she was still contemplating how to clarify things with Yukon Carbon, but Sylvan Cheney had taken a step that embarrassed her greatly.
"I like to declare my ownership openly. If he’s capable, let him compete with ." Sylvan Cheney’s voice was detached yet assertively domineering.
"He’s not like you! You stop at nothing, he’s different; he’s no match for you. I don’t want you to hurt him."
"Jasmine Yale, has anyone ever told you that ntioning another man in front of a man who likes you will make him uncomfortable?"
"Sylvan Cheney, you’re being excessive."
"No one wouldn’t mind." Sylvan Cheney said blandly, "I don’t think he’s not my match; at least for now, he’s the rival I most want to deal with."
"He’s my friend, a very dear friend that I want by my side for life." Jasmine Yale was furious, staring at Sylvan Cheney with red eyes, "You might not understand the feeling of soone being by your side when you’re utterly desperate and helpless. But your actions this ti were too much."
"I don’t believe in friendship between n and won."
"Whether you believe or not is your business; how I behave is mine. Don’t impose your ways on . n and won aren’t the sa group to begin with. Yes, you’re rational, sensible, mature, and analytical. I’m emotional, driven by feelings, but I also value emotions. Do you understand? Moreover, you answered my phone without my permission, did you? I don’t like such behavior; you did sothing I don’t like!" Jasmine Yale bit her lip, her eyes red with anger.
"I apologize for answering your phone without permission. I thought we were close enough. Since you don’t like it, I won’t interfere in your personal matters again. Let’s end this matter here." Sylvan Cheney voluntarily admitted his mistake; he didn’t want to ruin this weekend.
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