Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2137: Jasmine Yale Had Been Slept With

Even though he was drunk, his gaze was incredibly sharp, like a knife slicing through.

Jasmine Yale leaned against the wall and gave a faint smile.

As she smiled, Sylvan Cheney let out a cold laugh. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"President, are you okay? I’ll help you to the bed to rest, and I’ll leave right away." The young girl looked quite nervous, "You’re drunk, I really can’t be at ease."

"Get out!" Sylvan Cheney’s voice was cold and severe, his face looking unpleasant.

The young girl had never been scolded by a drunk person before, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

However, seeing Sylvan Cheney’s gaze fixed on Jasmine Yale, she privately thought the scolding wasn’t for her, but definitely for Jasmine Yale.

Definitely, the President hadn’t scolded her all along the way, but the moment Jasmine Yale showed up, the President’s mood turned sour. It must be that Jasmine Yale had offended the President.

The young girl turned around and looked at Jasmine Yale: "Secretary Yale, you should head back first, whatever it is, we can talk about it tomorrow. Look at the condition the President is in now."

"I’m not here to watch the drama, I’ll just put this down and leave." Jasmine Yale raised her hand, holding a thermal container.

The osmanthus rice balls inside must have gone cold, but she couldn’t take them back with her.

Whether he eats it or not, it’s up to him.

Sylvan Cheney let out another cold laugh: "What’s this."

Jasmine Yale blinked, took no offense, and replied truthfully: "Just something to eat."

"Secretary Yale, I thought you were delivering some documents for the President? You’re... delivering food to the President so late at night? Doesn’t seem appropriate, does it?" The young girl cut in first, her eyes wide open, "Not to say I have a vivid imagination, but it’s hard not to think there’s something to this."

"What you think is your own business." Jasmine Yale didn’t look at her, her gaze remained on Sylvan Cheney, "President, I’ll leave the thermal container on your desk, it was made this evening, and it won’t spoil by tomorrow morning."

The young girl sneered: "You’re asking the President to eat leftovers? I can’t believe you’d do that; no one likes leftovers, eaten food—only a fool would eat it."

Her words carried an unmistakable tone of sarcasm.

Nothing less than insinuating that Jasmine Yale had been with others, her belly so big already.

What man would want a flower past its bloom.

"I’m talking to the President, why do you keep interrupting?" Jasmine Yale glanced at her and said lightly, "Don’t you know that interrupting is very rude?"

"You!" The young girl was at a loss for words, her mouth agape, unable to say anything for a while.

Sylvan Cheney said nothing, just looked at Jasmine Yale.

Probably because he just washed his face, there were still a few water droplets trickling down from his hair, his shirt collar had two buttons undone, his tie was loosened, revealing his collarbone and a stretch of alluring skin. His hair was a bit messy, and his eyes carried a scarlet tinge of drunkness.

His shirt was white, and because it was white, Jasmine Yale noticed a faint red lipstick mark on his shoulder.

Women are usually sensitive to lipstick shades and can easily recognize them.

The color matched the lipstick worn by this young girl from the PR department.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t even recall her name, yet the girl already knew she was from the secretary department, named Jasmine Yale.

Good-looking men are indeed troublesome. Handsome and wealthy men are mostly a disaster.

Such men often don’t need to do anything, and women would rush to throw themselves at them.

This is why good-looking and wealthy men are often considered jerks.

(Wishing everyone a Happy New Year, may all things go well, and may the coming year be prosperous~~)