Jasmine Yale never expected that she would run into Sylvan Cheney on this day.
The sunset painted the entire campus in a gentle tone, making everyone seem as if draped in a saffron-colored veil.
"Always holding a bunch of flowers, aren’t you tired?" Yukon Carbon asked with a smiling glance, looking down at her.
"I love it."
"If you like them, I’ll pick more for you next ti."
Yukon Carbon hugged Jasmine Yale as they walked towards the entrance.
As soon as she stepped out, Jasmine Yale startled, took two steps back, her eyes straight onto the black Maybach.
The Maybach was arrogantly and domineeringly parked at the school gate, the situation inside was unseen through its black windows, yet its luxury and nobility drew myriad gazes.
Soone in the crowd seed to whisper, "I’ve seen this car more than once."
"Indeed, it’s been parked here almost the entire afternoon, nobody dares to ask it to leave."
Yukon Carbon recognized the car.
He shielded Jasmine Yale behind him, lowered his voice, "It’s okay, I’m here."
Yukon Carbon’s sharp eyes held a vigilant glint, fixed tight upon that car.
Jasmine Yale stood timidly behind Yukon Carbon, not knowing what she feared, yet a misty layer veiled her watery eyes.
Her fingers clutched the Daisy bouquet tightly.
The sunset was just right, casting a subtle golden hue on that noble, enigmatic car body.
Even so, parked there, the car exuded an imposing and arrogant air.
Many students ca and went.
"Jasmine, get in my car, leave it to , it’s alright," Yukon Carbon whispered.
"Yukon..." Jasmine Yale timidly tugged at his sleeve, eyes flashing with a montary panic, "this is between him and , don’t interfere."
"Between n, everything is solvable, but not for you, you’re pregnant." Yukon Carbon knew full well.
Though Jasmine Yale said nothing to him today, he was aware.
Jasmine’s temperant and character were usually very good, but it was truly rare to agitate her emotions.
That man, managed to.
"Listen, get in the car, I’ll co over soon," Yukon Carbon urged.
Jasmine Yale finally nodded, released her grip, intending to go to Yukon Carbon’s car.
But, before she could take a step, the tightly shut Maybach door swung open!
Yukon Carbon’s deep eyes instantly brimd with alertness.
The next instant, Jasmine Yale saw Sylvan Cheney descending from the driver’s seat!
The man, impeccably suited, strode towards them with long steps, his eyes dark and vicious, jaw taut, even the side profile was lined with frost.
Before Yukon Carbon could make any moves, Sylvan Cheney approached, eyes reddened, swung a punch straight onto Yukon Carbon’s face!
Followed quickly by a second punch!
Yukon Carbon took the blows head-on, nose bleeding, retaliating to seize Sylvan Cheney’s wrist!
The crowd scattered with a "whoosh!"
"A fight, soone’s fighting!"
"Stay away, hurry and stay away."
Jasmine Yale reacted a mont late, and by then, Yukon Carbon’s face had already taken two solid punches.
Their bodies were already tangled, wrestling!
"Stop fighting!" Jasmine Yale cried anxiously, her face drained of color.
She never expected, never expected them to fight once more.
Sylvan Cheney’s face darkened, lips tightly pressed, fists rcilessly pounding on Yukon Carbon.
Yukon Carbon didn’t hold back from Sylvan Cheney, unlike last ti with better temperant, dodging from his face.
The two n grappled fiercely, under the sunset, like two battling beasts trapped together!
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