Tired of sitting, Jasmine Yale would stand up and rest for a while.
She liked standing by the window, watching the rain outside.
Raising her hand, she wrote the na "Sylvan" on the foggy window glass.
After writing, she would erase it with her finger.
The phone was silent. He really didn’t send her a single text. Was he truly intending to cut off all ties with her?
Jasmine Yale chuckled self-deprecatingly. The current Sylvan Cheney was even harder to appease than Chale Cheney.
She picked up her phone and proactively sent him a ssage: "Rember to have breakfast. Breakfast shouldn’t be neglected."
She glanced at the ti. It should be a little past four in UT, and he would be getting up soon.
Sylvan Cheney had a regular routine. On good weather days, he would go for a morning run, and when the weather was bad, he’d go to the gym. In short, he didn’t have the habit of sleeping in.
He should see it.
Jasmine Yale put away her phone and gazed at the garden outside the window.
The garden was fresh with dewdrops, tranquil, sowhat reminiscent of the Cheney Residence garden, which always felt misty and damp with beads of water on rainy days.
Jasmine Yale didn’t know if she would have the chance to return to the Cheney Residence in the future. It seed more like a place that held all past mories, so worth cherishing, others she was unwilling to recall.
Take it slow; everything will be fine, right?
Currently, she didn’t have much energy to deal with past affairs; she just wanted to safely bring her baby into the world.
After resting for a while, Jasmine Yale sat on the sofa browsing dostic news.
She hadn’t paid attention to dostic news for quite a while, and today she saw the forr Cheney Group building featured in a financial report.
The building had already changed hands.
The Cheney Group had been renad the Rowan Family.
Scrolling down, she saw news of the Rowan Family’s president signing at a eting and various ribbon-cutting ceremonies.
She thought it would be an older, pot-bellied man, but surprisingly, he was very young, looking just about twenty, with a youthful aura still lingering on his face.
His na was Jesse Rowan.
What surprised Jasmine Yale even more was seeing a familiar figure beside this man, Joan Harry.
She hadn’t t Joan Harry many tis, but Joan had an innately striking beauty that was hard to overlook.
With just one glance, she recognized her.
Compared to before, Joan Harry looked much more haggard, and in none of the photos was she smiling.
Jasmine Yale rembered how sweetly she used to smile, her personality generous.
Landon, to Jasmine Yale, was more like a dream in the drizzle, its outline now blurred when gazing out into the distance.
If Sylvan Cheney could never regain his mory, then Landon would beco just a symbolic existence for her, without any extra aning.
Perhaps she might choose to stay in UT with Sylvan Cheney.
While scrolling through the news, her phone pinged.
Sylvan Cheney had replied with a text: "We have already broken up!"
Jasmine Yale replied with one word: "Oh."
So eager to break up, does he find breaking up amusing?
Jasmine Yale touched the red string on her wrist, her gaze falling on the plump red bean.
She planned to bring a gift back for Sylvan Cheney, but hadn’t decided what to bring yet.
It seed he truly lacked nothing.
Spacing out for a while, Jasmine Yale continued to look through the materials given by Chale Cheney’s ntor. So particularly tricky issues were really troubleso.
Her financial knowledge was limited, and she could only explore slowly.
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