Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2170: Bathrobe Collar Loosened
The car drove a little while, and Sylvan Cheney seemed to remember something. He raised his head, rubbed his temples, and tried hard to sober up a bit.
He opened his phone and found the fairy tale "The Little Mermaid." ๐๐๐๐๐จ๐ฒ๐๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐.๐๐ผ๐บ
This is what Iโll tell.
Sylvan Cheneyโs deep, pleasant voice echoed in the quiet, narrow space. Even though he was drunk, his words were clear, and his voice was exceptionally pleasing.
Elder Axel was taken aback for a moment. The boss, when drunk, actually has this kind of hobby?
Storytelling?
This hobby is quite rare.
Others, when drunk, talk nonsense or act crazy. The boss actually... tells stories??
Elder Axel saw Sylvan Cheney narrating earnestly and attentively, and dared not interrupt, although it gave him a bit of the creeps.
The story wasnโt long. It didnโt take long before he finished.
Sylvan Cheney sent the voice message over, the corners of his lips lifting, his eyes full of smiles.
Elder Axel didnโt dare to say a word and quietly drove.
Sylvan Cheney held his phone and once again closed his eyes to rest.
The moonlight was hazy, the streetlights brilliant, and the roads were bustling with traffic.
A night as bright as day.
...
After taking a break, Jasmine Yaleโs mood became brighter. In the morning, she also had more time to think about breakfast.
As soon as she opened her eyes in the early morning, she received a voice message from Sylvan Cheney.
He hadnโt forgotten his promise to her baby.
His voice was always very pleasant, and if he spoke gently, it was a deadly poison.
Jasmine Yale wrapped herself in the quilt and listened three or four times.
After a while, she sent him a message: "This story, Iโve already told the baby! Told it many times!"
Sylvan Cheney, who had drunk, didnโt go to the office. In his groggy state, he heard his phone ring.
His head was splitting with pain, his stomach felt like it was tearing open, and he couldnโt muster any energy.
The neckline of his robe was open, revealing a large patch of wheat-colored skin, his abs faintly visible.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains onto the wooden floor of the apartment, bathed in plenty of light. It was another sunny morning.
Sylvan Cheney wanted to drink water, but there was none in the apartment.
Lying in bed, he stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling and reached for his phone.
Seeing it was a message from Jasmine Yale, he replied: "Then next time, Iโll tell one you havenโt told."
Jasmine Yale saw his message, and although she didnโt reply, she quietly played the voice message several more times.
His voice, after drinking, was a bit hoarse but became deeper and richer, very pleasing.
The little one in her belly hadnโt stirred all morning, very well-behaved.
Jasmine Yale went out for a walk and went grocery shopping with Butler Santana.
"Miss Yale, how are things going between you and that Evan lately? Are you still on good terms?" Butler Santana asked.
"Weโre... okay, I guess."
"Thatโs good then."
Butler Santana said nothing more, but she noticed that the bracelet on Jasmine Yaleโs hand was missing. If she remembered correctly, Evan had given that to her as a gift.
A while ago, Jasmine Yale was always wearing it!
Loved-up young couples can easily get into tiffs. Who knows if these two have been having problems lately.
After buying groceries and returning home, it was getting late.
While Butler Santana was busy cooking, Jasmine Yale secretly made a call to Kade Yuvan.
"Assistant Yuvan."
"Jasmine? Whatโs up?"
"Assistant Yuvan, last night... how much did your boss drink? Did he go to the company?"
"The boss is in a meeting, looks like heโs doing okay. But I heard from Elder Axel that at last nightโs party, the boss drank quite a bit."
"In a meeting?"
"Yes, I just came out to get some documents. I have to go back to the meeting room as well."
