Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2138: Get Out! All of You, Get Out!
Since Sylvan Cheney lost his memory, his personality and temperament have been unpredictable, sometimes making her feel uncertain.
For instance, would he still reject all the women who came onto him, like he did before?
Jasmine Yale sighed inwardly, regardless of his external status, he was still a normal man.
How much resistance does a normal man have against women who throw themselves at him?
She didn’t know; after all, she wasn’t a man!
Jasmine Yale leaned against the wall, taking a couple of steps into the apartment, only to realize the slippers Sylvan Cheney had bought for her earlier were now worn by this woman.
Her steps halted, and she didn’t continue forward, retracting her gaze.
"President, here." Jasmine Yale reached out, intending to hand the thermos box to him, her eyes remaining calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.
Sylvan Cheney did not accept it.
The girl from PR lifted her hand and snatched it away.
But the next second, with a "clang," the thermos box fell to the ground, and the small dumplings inside scattered everywhere.
"Oh dear, I’m sorry, Secretary Yale, really sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose." She quickly squatted down, ready to pick up the box.
Jasmine Yale’s heart trembled silently; she remained speechless for a long time.
The small dumplings on the ground emitted a fragrant aroma of osmanthus and fruit wine, a scent intoxicatingly alluring.
The scent was so overpowering that soon, the doorway was filled with it.
"Secretary Yale, I’m sorry, you won’t blame me, will you? But, it’s not just me saying this - what’s so good about this stuff that makes it worth coming all the way to deliver it? I think, the man decides after all, is it about delivering the item or delivering oneself?" She kept rambling on smugly, "Secretary Yale, this stuff looks tough to eat; you should stop making it next time. Such bland stuff, how can it be tasty?"
"All of you get out!" Sylvan Cheney didn’t know where the anger came from, "If you don’t get out, don’t blame me for getting physically aggressive with women!"
The young girl from PR was quite afraid of Sylvan Cheney’s anger, her body visibly tense.
She stood up, no longer cleaning up, nervously smiling at Sylvan Cheney: "President, I’ll clean up for you..."
"Get out! Everyone get out!"
Jasmine Yale placed her hands in her pockets, not speaking further, neither enjoying the scene nor liking the noise.
She turned around, gradually leaving Sylvan Cheney’s apartment.
In her pocket was the keychain she hadn’t delivered and the key that was no longer useful.
She left first.
The elevator descended slowly.
Outside, night had deepened.
A bright moon hung in the sky, illuminating the surrounding clouds, thin clouds resembling white mist.
Jasmine Yale carried her backpack, hands in pockets, looking up at the full moon.
The autumn wind ruffled her long hair, the hair got messy but not her shadow.
She walked along the pathway, not quickly.
Upon finding a trash can, she threw the key in.
But the keychain... she couldn’t bear to throw away; she had made it herself, Little Chale had even said she was partial.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting tree shadows on the ground, weaving a chaotic landscape.
The wind stirred, and the tree shadows trembled along.
The surroundings were exceedingly quiet.
Before Jasmine Yale reached the community gate, from afar, she saw a black Maybach stop, and then Elder Axel stepped out.
Elder Axel carried a bag, hurried in his steps.
At first, Elder Axel didn’t notice Jasmine Yale, but realized as he approached.
