Chapter 206: Taking Oneself Too Seriously
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Hans Colin didn’t linger at Jasmine Yale’s house for long; he soon departed for home.
Jasmine realized it was inappropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together, so she showed him out.
Once Hans had left, Jasmine couldn’t help but pat her chest, still shaken.
If it weren’t for her senior, she would have lost all her money.
All the money she had worked so hard for!
She might have even lost her life.
After taking a few sips of cold water to calm her racing heart, Jasmine began to think about how to approach Sylvan Cheney about taking Little Chale out to play.
It just so happened that she had not yet delivered this month’s package to him.
Jasmine thought for a moment before deciding to make a phone call to Sylvan.
Sylvan had to leave a meeting to answer Jasmine’s call, leaving the others in the conference room waiting.
“Are you home tonight?”
“I need to drop off that thing…”
“The one you need for tonight.”
Sylvan understood her meaning, but his face showed an unreadable expression.
“Are you going to use it with me?”
“I’m just in charge of delivering.”
“Okay, 7 o’clock tonight, I’ll be home.”
“Great.” Jasmine didn’t say another word before hanging up her phone.
Having been hung up on left Sylvan feeling annoyed.
The only people who dared to hang up on him were Little Chale and Jasmine Yale.
One big and one small, they had guts.
That evening, after eating dinner, Jasmine went to the Cheney Residence.
The Cheney Residence looked remarkably beautiful in the fall evenings, with the shimmering lake waters and white dew on autumn grass.
A slender crescent moon hung high in the air, casting a shallow pale glow through the hazy clouds.
The door was opened by Tomer.
“Miss Yale.” Tomer greeted with his usual expressionless face, taking a brief look at Jasmine.
“Hello, Tomer.” Jasmine bowed.
She had always felt somewhat intimidated by Tomer.
Perhaps because Tomer had always been so stern.
“Who are you looking for, Miss Yale?” Tomer inquired.
“I’m… I’m looking for Mr. Cheney.”
Jasmine held a small box in her arms, which was quite heavy.
“Mr. Cheney hasn’t come home yet.” Tomer responded indifferently.
For some reason, Jasmine felt that Tomer was not very welcoming, he hadn’t even invited her inside.
Jasmine could only respond with an awkward smile, “I see, I’ll wait for him then.”
“Miss Yale, if there’s something you need to say to me, you don’t need to wait.
Mr. Cheney called to say he has an engagement this evening.”
“Oh?” Disappointment quickly clouded Jasmine’s face.
It felt like a drop of cold rain had fallen directly on her heart, chilling her in an instant.
Hadn’t he said he would be home by 7?
He had never considered her feelings. He had just brushed her off.
She had taken him too seriously, arriving loyally at the Cheney Residence before 7 while carrying a box.
With a stoic expression, she bent over to set the box on the ground.
She calmly said, “Tomer, could you deliver this to him, please? It’s something he requested.”
“You can just leave it here, Miss Yale.”
“Thank you.” Jasmine forced a smile, suppressing the coldness and embarrassment rising in her heart.
But she didn’t leave immediately; she wanted to see Little Chale.
Before Mr. Yale returned, Little Chale was staying at the Cheney Family’s house.
Jasmine stood indecisively, contemplating how to broach the subject.
Tomer watched her, still expressionless. “Miss Yale, if you don’t need anything else, I’ll ask the driver to take you home.”
“I…” Realizing that Tomer was seeing her out, Jasmine hurriedly asked, “Is Little Chale at home?”
“The young master?” Tomer frowned slightly. “No, he’s not.”
If Little Chale had been around, he would have come out when he heard her voice..