Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2178: Is Your Stomach Feeling Better?
Several times, Sylvan Cheney wanted to go up and embrace her, but in the end, he restrained himself.
Under the moonlight, Jasmine Yale was gentle and quiet. She walked step by step toward the outside of the Financial District, her gaze level ahead, with hardly any ripple of emotion in her eyes.
In the light, her figure moved with her steps, lonely and desolate.
On the roadside, she casually hailed a taxi and went home.
The night in the Financial District lacked clamour and bustle, instead, it was boundlessly quiet.
The wind moved, the leaves moved, the shadows moved.
The bright moonlight stretched endlessly.
...
The next morning, Jasmine Yale felt discomfort in her stomach, sitting quietly on the bed nurturing the baby.
She knew it was due to the intense emotions from last night, making the baby inside uncomfortable.
That morning, the sky was overcast with thick clouds, as if it could rain at any moment.
After a simple wash-up, Jasmine Yale wrapped herself in a quilt, occasionally glancing at the horizon outside.
The wind outside was strong, making the windows clatter noisily.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head and quietly opened the book in her hand.
"Miss Yale, still no appetite? You should eat at least a little, not eating is not an option," Butler Santana came in, holding fragrant breakfast.
Jasmine Yale nodded.
"I knew Miss Yale is the most obedient, here, have a glass of milk. There are also your favorite sesame pastries and pineapple rolls," Butler Santana handed the breakfast to Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine obediently took it.
Although she didn’t have much of an appetite, she nibbled at the breakfast bit by bit.
The milk was warm and felt comfortable in her stomach.
"Miss Yale, are you in a bad mood? Did you go out last night?" Butler Santana actually knew Jasmine Yale went out, but didn’t stop her.
"Not in a bad mood." Jasmine Yale smiled, the corners of her mouth forming two shallow dimples, just as usual.
Butler Santana understood but said nothing more, placing the breakfast down: "Miss Yale, the weather’s not great today, fortunately, you’re on leave and don’t have to work. Is your stomach feeling better? Still uncomfortable?"
"Much better, the little one is behaving."
"That’s good. I’ll head out first, call me after breakfast."
"Okay." Jasmine Yale glanced at Butler Santana.
Butler Santana said nothing, but she knew Jasmine Yale must have gone to see that Evan last night.
That man really does have a way of keeping Jasmine Yale utterly captivated.
Jasmine Yale’s mood wasn’t great this morning, definitely because of that Evan.
Butler Santana was truly angry inside, but what could she do?
Jasmine Yale continued her breakfast, drank some milk. Even though she wasn’t hungry, for the sake of the child in her belly, she dutifully finished the breakfast prepared by Butler Santana.
After breakfast, she sat on the bed reading, doing exercises.
Her long hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes clear and bright, like a vast, glistening expanse.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
"Assistant Yuvan." Jasmine Yale answered.
"Jasmine, I saw the lunchbox in the president’s office, thank you for bringing dinner to the president last night."
"It’s nothing."
"But... the president only ate half of it and left the rest. When I went over this morning, the president was asleep in his chair, didn’t look well, very haggard, not sure how late he worked last night."
"Assistant Yuvan, I’m on leave, not really wanting to deal with company matters."
"Jasmine..." Kade Yuvan was perplexed.
Is the president’s affairs equivalent to company affairs?
How can these be equated?
"Assistant Yuvan, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now."
