The car drove a little while, and Sylvan Cheney seed to rember sothing. He raised his head, rubbed his temples, and tried hard to sober up a bit.
He opened his phone and found the fairy tale "The Little rmaid."
This is what I’ll tell.
Sylvan Cheney’s deep, pleasant voice echoed in the quiet, narrow space. Even though he was drunk, his words were clear, and his voice was exceptionally pleasing.
Elder Axel was taken aback for a mont. The boss, when drunk, actually has this kind of hobby?
Storytelling?
This hobby is quite rare.
Others, when drunk, talk nonsense or act crazy. The boss actually... tells stories??
Elder Axel saw Sylvan Cheney narrating earnestly and attentively, and dared not interrupt, although it gave him a bit of the creeps.
The story wasn’t long. It didn’t take long before he finished.
Sylvan Cheney sent the voice ssage over, the corners of his lips lifting, his eyes full of smiles.
Elder Axel didn’t dare to say a word and quietly drove.
Sylvan Cheney held his phone and once again closed his eyes to rest.
The moonlight was hazy, the streetlights brilliant, and the roads were bustling with traffic.
A night as bright as day.
...
After taking a break, Jasmine Yale’s mood beca brighter. In the morning, she also had more ti to think about breakfast.
As soon as she opened her eyes in the early morning, she received a voice ssage from Sylvan Cheney.
He hadn’t forgotten his promise to her baby.
His voice was always very pleasant, and if he spoke gently, it was a deadly poison.
Jasmine Yale wrapped herself in the quilt and listened three or four tis.
After a while, she sent him a ssage: "This story, I’ve already told the baby! Told it many tis!"
Sylvan Cheney, who had drunk, didn’t go to the office. In his groggy state, he heard his phone ring.
His head was splitting with pain, his stomach felt like it was tearing open, and he couldn’t muster any energy.
The neckline of his robe was open, revealing a large patch of wheat-colored skin, his abs faintly visible.
Sunlight stread through the curtains onto the wooden floor of the apartnt, bathed in plenty of light. It was another sunny morning.
Sylvan Cheney wanted to drink water, but there was none in the apartnt.
Lying in bed, he stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling and reached for his phone.
Seeing it was a ssage from Jasmine Yale, he replied: "Then next ti, I’ll tell one you haven’t told."
Jasmine Yale saw his ssage, and although she didn’t reply, she quietly played the voice ssage several more tis.
His voice, after drinking, was a bit hoarse but beca deeper and richer, very pleasing.
The little one in her belly hadn’t stirred all morning, very well-behaved.
Jasmine Yale went out for a walk and went grocery shopping with Butler Santana.
"Miss Yale, how are things going between you and that Evan lately? Are you still on good terms?" Butler Santana asked.
"We’re... okay, I guess."
"That’s good then."
Butler Santana said nothing more, but she noticed that the bracelet on Jasmine Yale’s hand was missing. If she rembered correctly, Evan had given that to her as a gift.
A while ago, Jasmine Yale was always wearing it!
Loved-up young couples can easily get into tiffs. Who knows if these two have been having problems lately.
After buying groceries and returning ho, it was getting late.
While Butler Santana was busy cooking, Jasmine Yale secretly made a call to Kade Yuvan.
"Assistant Yuvan."
"Jasmine? What’s up?"
"Assistant Yuvan, last night... how much did your boss drink? Did he go to the company?"
"The boss is in a eting, looks like he’s doing okay. But I heard from Elder Axel that at last night’s party, the boss drank quite a bit."
"In a eting?"
"Yes, I just ca out to get so docunts. I have to go back to the eting room as well."
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