Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2140: Stop Thinking About Men and Women

Jasmine Yale listened to her voice, which was like a nightingale, and gently closed her eyes.

Her heart felt not much.

The car hadn’t arrived yet, and Jasmine Yale said calmly, "The promotion to Assistant Manager of the Public Relations Department requires the President’s personal approval, right?"

"Of course, the President will definitely approve it. My position as Assistant Manager is secured." The woman said smugly, "Tonight, you didn’t see how nice the President was to me, always shielding me from drinking, even when his stomach was uncomfortable. If you hadn’t come over tonight, the President and I... never mind, there’s no point in telling you."

"Shielding a woman from drinks is just his gentlemanly demeanor."

"Oh, are you being sour because you can’t have what you want? No wonder there’s a tart smell in the air. You’re really something; even your words are sour. What, are you interested in the President? I don’t need to tell you how many people in the company like Evan, do I? No matter how long the line is, your turn won’t come."

"The pair of women’s slippers in the President’s apartment, do they fit you well?" Jasmine Yale sneered, her lips curling into a cold arc.

The wind blew, and she hugged her arms tightly. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The woman was clearly taken aback, her eyes flickering with shame and anger.

Those slippers didn’t fit her well.

At first, she was curious as to why there were women’s slippers in the President’s apartment, but then, after thinking about it, it wasn’t surprising for a single man to bring a woman over for the night.

Her feet were size 38, while the dainty women’s slippers looked like they were size 36. They didn’t fit her at all, but she forced herself to wear them.

Unexpectedly, Jasmine Yale found out.

Jasmine Yale didn’t wait for her to speak and said sheepishly, "What doesn’t belong to you will never belong to you. Evan isn’t stupid; doesn’t he know what you want? The more he knows, the more he’ll look down on you. So don’t blame me for talking too much. If you have any self-awareness, stop thinking about men and women affairs after you get back and focus on your work. Otherwise, do you think the Assistant Manager position will wait for you?"

"Secretary Yale, don’t act so high and mighty. Are you telling me you came to the President’s apartment late at night just to bring him some food? A woman bringing food to a man late at night, who would believe that? Secretary Yale, we’re all women here. I don’t think you’re that much nobler than me. So, do you also want a promotion? I’ve heard your department’s Assistant Manager is transferring to the headquarters; you’re eyeing that, aren’t you?"

"My baby is about to be born, and I’ll soon be on maternity leave. Do you think I’m considering a promotion?" Jasmine Yale’s gaze remained fixed on the road.

It was late at night and a bit cold.

For some reason, the taxis seemed to be giving her a hard time tonight; they were nowhere to be found no matter how long she waited.

There were very few pedestrians left on the street.

This area was quiet, without much noise or chatter.

The woman muttered twice and sneered, "People who are scheming usually hide it well. Who knows what you’re thinking? Running to a man’s place while pregnant, what else can’t you do?"

The wind lifted Jasmine Yale’s scattered long hair, carrying the scent of autumn grass.

Originally, Jasmine Yale planned to have Sylvan Cheney accompany her for a haircut, but now it seemed she’d go alone.

She gently touched her soft long hair, and in her eyes was an endless depth, like a vast galaxy.

Still, no taxi came by.

Just as she felt a bit despairing and was about to walk to the subway station, her phone rang.