"Jasmine Yale, are you just pretending to be dumb or are you really clueless?" Sylvan Cheney’s emotions were slightly out of control. He stepped forward, pressing Jasmine Yale’s shoulders with both hands. "Just because I gave Yukon Carbon a beating, you react this way? How much does he really an to you?"
"I told you, stop bringing up Yukon!" Jasmine Yale snapped, glaring at him.
"Fine, fine, I get it. I an nothing to you!" Sylvan Cheney said angrily. "I’m just a tool for you to use. You don’t really like . You’re just into my abilities and money to find a backing for the child in your belly, right?"
"Is that how you see ? Am I just a materialistic woman in your eyes?" Jasmine Yale looked at him. "All the ti we spent together, is that the attitude you’ve had towards ? Besides, what abilities do you have? The ability to cling to won?"
"Jasmine Yale, you’ve crossed the line!"
"Let have a mont of peace."
The sunlight poured down, casting Sylvan Cheney’s shadow over her face. Jasmine Yale weakly closed her eyes.
The scent of dry grass still lingered, dominating and covering up the faint cologne scent on Sylvan Cheney.
She didn’t know how to interact with Sylvan Cheney after his mory loss. Actually, whether before or after his amnesia, she never knew how to handle it...
The laughter of children echoed in her ears, along with Sylvan Cheney’s uneven breathing.
She could feel his intense gaze, sharp and scorching like a knife.
A long silence.
She slowly spoke, "Sylvan Cheney, can you leave the Jas Group?"
This sudden, out-of-nowhere statent made a flash of displeasure appear in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes.
"My work affairs are none of your concern!" he said heavily, lacking any patience.
A mocking curve appeared at the corner of Jasmine Yale’s lips.
She said nothing more.
She remained silent, and Sylvan Cheney didn’t leave.
She smiled faintly, "CEO, you’ve been out for so long. Aren’t you afraid your fiancée will co looking for you? You’re not afraid, but I am."
She really didn’t want to deal with the won flocking around him.
She couldn’t handle it well.
"Jasmine Yale, she’s not my fiancée. Get it straight."
"She will be soday, won’t she? You can’t just take advantage of her benefits and not acknowledge her status. That’s such a jerk move."
"Jasmine Yale, quit being sarcastic! Say what you an!" Sylvan Cheney stared at her intently, his gaze never leaving her face.
"There’s nothing to say." Jasmine Yale’s emotions were very calm.
Just as Sylvan Cheney was about to explode, a little girl of about four or five ran over, grabbing Jasmine Yale’s hand: "Sister, my brother is bullying ."
The little girl pouted in displeasure, her hair in two braids bouncing.
The little girl liked Jasmine Yale and was being coquettish with her.
Jasmine Yale smiled, touching her face, "How did your brother bully you?"
"He took my kite and won’t let play..."
"Your brother is young. Let him play for a little while longer."
"But he never lets play." The little girl was not happy, her big eyes watery as if she was about to cry.
"Then take sister’s kite and play with it." Jasmine Yale handed over the butterfly kite she had in her hand.
"But if I take sister’s kite, what will you play with?" The little girl was sensible and didn’t want to take it, blinking at Jasmine Yale, well-behaved and cute.
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