He blocked half her light.
A trace of detachnt flashed across Jasmine Yale’s eyes, as if she knew what he was going to say without him speaking.
However, those were words she didn’t want to hear.
She lowered her head, packed her backpack, and prepared to leave.
"Jasmine Yale, don’t play the victim, I don’t care for such tricks typical of won. Not speaking? Silent? Do you know there’s a saying that silence implies consent?"
"Consent to what? Mr. Cheney, we’ve already broken up, haven’t we?"
Jasmine Yale finally turned around and looked up at him.
Against the light, his black bespoke suit glimred with a silvery sheen, and the light layered a blur over his deep-set features. His eyes were bloodshot.
"Jasmine Yale, it just dawned on today that this is also one of your tricks, right? Going out with different n every so often, satisfying both your physical and financial desires? It’s easier to get money from n than from working, isn’t it?"
Jasmine Yale bit her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Sylvan Cheney, who am I to you? Hmm?"
"You!"
This question left Sylvan Cheney speechless for a while, and he looked at Jasmine Yale angrily.
"Since we aren’t in any kind of relationship, why do you think I can’t have a boyfriend? You only trust your feelings, yet you don’t believe a word I say. So, in what capacity are you questioning today? Let remind you, we broke up!"
It was rare for Jasmine Yale not to be scolded like a lamb by him, but her lunch, which she was eating happily, was interrupted, which was truly intolerable.
Only heaven knows how hungry she was.
These words initially left Sylvan Cheney speechless, but soon that speechlessness turned into anger and humiliation.
"Jasmine Yale, don’t twist the facts! You were seeing other n while you were with , not after we broke up. Doesn’t your conscience tell you anything?"
"So are you here today to get an explanation, Mr. Cheney?" Jasmine Yale didn’t stand up, she looked at him calmly.
He should have just returned from a business trip, as his tie was still on.
The silver-gray tie around his neck wasn’t one she bought for him, and it looked new.
She wasn’t concerned about these things, but this was still within the school grounds, and more and more people in the small restaurant were paying attention to them.
She wasn’t a thick-skinned person, especially not in such a sensitive place—in a school.
Her "reputation" within the school, especially in her departnt, wasn’t all that great to begin with. If this huge piece of gossip spread again, she’d have no face to co to school.
Just with Cheney’s few words, all kinds of wild imaginations would run rampant, for example, Jasmine Yale was involved with multiple n even while pregnant. Oh no, with many n.
For example, her ex-boyfriend already caused a scene at the school.
For example, Jasmine Yale is an insatiable woman who remains promiscuous despite being pregnant.
Yet another example, Jasmine Yale still loves money, her ex-boyfriend is so handso, seemingly wealthy, yet she’s still unsatisfied.
Those rumors, just thinking about them was an invisible pressure on her heart.
"Jasmine Yale, you accepted so many gifts from , shouldn’t you give an explanation? Am I supposed to seem rich and foolish, destined to be your backup? Destined to be a cheap dad for a child that’s not mine?" Sylvan Cheney’s voice was deep and cold.
The crowd began to erupt in various discussions.
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