Morning.
Cakago.
After drinking a glass of milk, Jasmine Yale fiddled with the calendar. Today was already the fourth day since Sylvan Cheney went on his business trip to Old York.
He said he would be back in three or four days; would he co back today?
He hasn’t called her, and she didn’t dare to disturb him easily.
Jasmine Yale sat on a sunlit balcony, basking in soft light. A thin, off-white knitted blanket covered her lap; underneath was her slightly protruding belly.
The morning sunlight was gentle, laying a light golden hue over the entire balcony.
She casually picked up a notebook, scribbling and drawing. The pen’s tip made a "soughing" sound on the paper.
Her long hair was casually tied up with a dark blue silk ribbon, with only a few strands hanging by her ears, revealing her slender, fair neck.
Beside the rattan chair was a small table, with a cup filled with hot water emitting a white mist.
On the table was also a small woven basket containing dried fruits, candies, and small snacks.
In the past two days, she had researched quite a bit more.
Without the trivial matters from the company, she could wholeheartedly help him with that project, focusing all her thoughts on it.
She knew what this project ant to Sylvan Cheney.
The sunlight stread in, and her curled eyelashes fluttered gently, casting a faint shadow on her eyelids.
The notebook was filled with her results. Unsatisfied, she would cross them out and rewrite.
A thick notebook was already half filled.
"Ding"——
The phone rang several tis continuously.
Jasmine Yale picked it up and opened it.
In an instant, her previously calm eyes were filled with darkness, pupils contracted, and her eyes were clouded like an overcast sky.
Her delicate face lost its color as she gasped, staring dumbfounded at the photos sent to her phone.
A lot of them.
The background... was the sa place, a banquet.
The main characters inside were only two, Sylvan Cheney and Erin Janus.
All were high-definition photos, extrely clear, so clear that... there were no traces of being edited.
From several angles, Sylvan Cheney seed to be kissing Erin Janus, the two were very close, Erin Janus seed to be snuggling in Sylvan Cheney’s arms.
Without exception, these photos were all ambiguous.
As a viewer, Jasmine Yale felt her face flush and her heart race.
Erin Janus’s chest was pressing against Sylvan Cheney’s, and he did not reject it.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes briefly, her fingers trembling a bit.
Wasn’t he on a business trip?
"Ding"—— the phone chid again.
A video ca through.
The video lasted more than three minutes. In it, Erin Janus was dancing, Sylvan Cheney was playing the piano, and the banquet atmosphere was lively.
The image... indeed showed mutual affection and tender romance.
Jasmine Yale felt her heart sink.
She watched Sylvan Cheney in the video many tis, telling herself that it wasn’t him, just a man who looked very much like him.
But the tie on his neck was one she bought, and the watch on his hand was also one she was familiar with.
Even the way he played the piano, she had just seen a few days ago.
How could she mistake him?
She couldn’t possibly mistake him.
Her hands shook uncontrollably, her heart pounding wildly, impossible to calm down.
For quite a while, Jasmine Yale felt her chest was tight, like a stone was pressing on it.
These past few days, he hadn’t called her.
She worried about his schedule, but it seed... all her worries were unnecessary.
Why would he need her concern? Plenty of people worried about him.
An acidic sensation welled up in her throat, an uncomfortable taste surged towards her heart, especially after seeing those extrely ambiguous photos, she felt a bit nauseated.
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