This ti, Jasmine Yale slept soundly too, and only woke up when the doctor ca to check her body.
"Miss Yale, it’s late, the doctor is here. Be good, let the doctor do a check-up," Butler Santana woke her up.
"Mm..." Jasmine Yale moved her arm.
She cooperated with the doctor.
After about half an hour, the doctor smiled at her and made an "OK" gesture: "The baby is fine for now, take good care."
"Thank you, doctor," Jasmine Yale also smiled.
"We’ll observe for another night, if the uterus and fetal heartbeat are stable, you’ll be fine tomorrow. We’ll give you another injection tonight."
"Okay." Jasmine Yale nodded obediently.
Butler Santana saw the doctor out, and they chatted for a while longer.
Jasmine Yale picked up her phone.
A huge number of unread text ssages occupied her inbox.
She frowned and opened them—
"Jasmine Yale, what on earth are you doing? Where have you gone?"
"Jasmine Yale, I’ve been waiting for you in the office all afternoon!"
"Jasmine Yale, I’m at your house. Co out and open the door."
When she saw the last ssage, she paused, the ti was fifteen minutes ago.
She sent a text ssage: I’m not ho.
Sylvan Cheney’s call ca imdiately, he was already back in the car, irritated: "Jasmine Yale, what are you up to? Where did you go?"
Jasmine Yale held her phone, her throat choking, unable to utter a single word.
"Jasmine Yale, where are you? Do you think it’s fun hanging out to dry? I don’t want to play this boring ga with you, talk."
"Jasmine Yale, speak!"
Despite having a cold, Sylvan Cheney’s aura was still powerful, and his words left no room for argunt.
"Jasmine Yale! What are you doing? Didn’t you hear ?" His voice was already mixed with complex emotions, "Are you mute?"
"Don’t call again."
"What do you an? Explain it to . I leave for a few days on a business trip and you react this way? Aren’t you being a bit too emotional? Or did you move? Left Cakago after ssing with my feelings?"
Jasmine Yale felt so exhausted, too tired to say a word, she could barely hold onto her phone.
"Jasmine Yale, I’ve really never t a woman like you. Fine, no calls then, I, Sylvan Cheney, haven’t sunk to the level of sticking to a woman shalessly. Or do you think I can’t live without you?"
"Fine, fine, you’re still not talking? Have the guts to stay silent for the rest of your life!"
Sylvan Cheney angrily hung up the phone.
He casually tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and stepped on the gas, driving away from Jasmine Yale’s apartnt complex.
Since he arrived, the lights on that floor had never been turned on.
What a baffling woman.
He didn’t have ti for coaxing her, a pile of projects were waiting for him to operate, a heap of etings were waiting for him to attend.
"President," Kade Yuvan called, "The chairman of MG called, interested in discussing the purchase of Financial Plaza."
"Send the address."
"President, do you need to accompany you? Is your cold getting better?"
"Have Elder Axel co to pick up then."
"Alright, I’ll send you the address. Try not to drink too much alcohol."
"Kade, since when did you beco so ddleso? Are you a woman? Is there any reason for not drinking during socializing?"
"Uh..." Kade Yuvan didn’t know why he was so full of dissatisfaction, but still laughed, "President, I’m certainly not a woman. If I could beco a woman, I would definitely let you enjoy that first."
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