Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2172: This Ruthless Man
How could he!!
"Jasmine, just take pity on the CEO, he’s been pretty good to us, hasn’t he? Right now he’s really pitiful, like he’s been abandoned by the whole world..."
"Kade, he has a house and a car, do you?"
"..."
"He has money and shares, do you?"
"..."
"He has status and power, do you?"
"..."
"So you pity him?"
"Jasmine, stop it, I’m going to cry." Kade covered his face, could they still chat normally or not?
Hanging up the phone, Jasmine Yale was helpless.
She glanced at the thermos box in her hand and thought of the one she left at his house.
After a long while, she just couldn’t bear it, so she headed towards the James Group building.
The building was quiet, and the elevator and hallway were even more so, with not a sound to be heard.
Luckily, the lobby was brightly lit, with bright lighting.
Jasmine got in the elevator and headed straight to the CEO’s office.
Here, it was empty, and seeing the CEO’s office light on, Jasmine tiptoed in, even breathing cautiously.
The night was so quiet, she could hear the autumn wind and insect chirps outside the window.
Finally, she reached the CEO’s office door and found it was ajar.
Gently pushing it open a bit, Jasmine saw Sylvan Cheney asleep on the desk.
She stopped and her gaze fell on him, sighing softly.
How could he just fall asleep on the desk.
He wore only a thin, dark-colored shirt, his hair slightly messy on his forehead as if he had just fallen asleep.
Light shone on his face, the spacious office brightly lit, and even on his austere, profound face was a faint glow, softening the usual stern and cold demeanor.
Jasmine approached carefully, but he didn’t wake up.
Seeing him like this, it seemed he hadn’t had a restful sleep in days.
The computer was on, and Jasmine glanced over, seeing dense data on the screen.
Jasmine placed the thermos box on the coffee table and went to the cabinet to pick out a thin blanket.
Her movements weren’t very convenient, but she still tried her best to take care of Sylvan Cheney.
This ruthless person had obviously forgotten about her completely long ago...
She sighed and draped the blanket over his legs.
In his sleep, Sylvan looked gentle, like a satiated lion, his long lashes casting an arc of fan-shaped shadow under his eyes.
His lips were thin, with a slight furrow on his brow.
Jasmine couldn’t bend down, so she stood by the desk, watching him.
Under his hand were several documents, and he had fallen asleep just like that.
Jasmine watched him for a long while.
Just as she was about to cover him with a jacket, Sylvan’s fingers twitched, and he woke up.
In his grogginess, he saw Jasmine standing in front of him: "When did you arrive."
"Just now, not long ago," Jasmine replied. "Why not sleep in the lounge? It’s easy to catch a cold sleeping on the desk."
"It’s nothing," Sylvan lowered his eyelids, tidying up the mess of papers on the desk.
"It’s flu season in autumn, how do you know it’s nothing? It’s night, the office is cold, and you’re not wearing much, it wouldn’t take much to catch a cold," Jasmine said, a bit displeased.
Sylvan paused in his actions, looking at her, frowning.
"Kade asked me to bring you some food, I’ll get it for you," Jasmine stood up.
Sylvan grabbed her wrist, looking at her: "Don’t move, I’ll get it."
He pressed Jasmine into his seat.
