Chapter 221:1 will treat Little Chale nicely in the future
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With that, Sylvan Cheney pulled the agreement from her hands.
Jasmine Yale lunged forward, her hands covering his, trying to prevent him from taking it!
“Don’t take it, I was wrong,” Jasmine admitted her mistake.
Sylvan wasn’t wrong, she was foolish enough to trust Hans Colin.
The kidnapper even declared that she was his woman, she wouldn’t possibly believe that too.
Seeing her holding onto the agreement like a kitten, Sylvan smirked: “Blockhead.”
Jasmine felt aggrieved but couldn’t express it, she was the one at fault today. “Mr. Cheney, could you not tell Mr. Yale about this situation today? If Mr. Yale knew, he would skin me alive.”
Today’s circumstances were far too serious.
“Jasmine Yale, you’re aware of it now?” A menacing and ambiguous light flashed in Sylvan’s eyes.
“I realize my mistake, don’t tell Mr. Yale, or else Mr. Yale surely won’t let me near Little Chale.”
“Attempt to bribe me,” Sylvan stared at her.
“I can give you two boxes…of condoms for free?”
“Fuck!” Sylvan couldn’t help himself.
Jasmine Yale took advantage of his lapse and quickly picked up a pen and signed her name where necessary.
“Jasmine Yale, Jasmine Yale…” she mumbled as she was signing.
She flipped through several pages, signing in numerous spots.
A hefty stack of paperwork, wherever it required a signature, Jasmine had signed.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a multicolored glow on her delicate face, making her appear more pale and refined.
“Jasmine Yale, look carefully before signing!” Sylvan warned her in his tone. “Didn’t Lawyer Warner explain everything? Haven’t you looked at it, too? Mr. Yale won’t cheat me.”
Signing the last area, Jasmine put down the pen, feeling slightly relieved.
“I will treat Little Chale well from now on, as if he were my own son,” Jasmine affirmed sincerely.
“As your own son?” Sylvan sneered.
In an instant, Jasmine’s smile froze on her face.
She bit her lip, falling silent.
She didn’t want to discuss the matter of the child in front of Sylvan. Each time it was brought up, it was like ripping off a scab, causing fresh wounds.
“Mr. Cheney, will you pass this contract… to Mr. Yale?” Jasmine handed the files to him.
Sylvan took them, flipped through them casually. Indeed, wherever needed, she had signed her name.
Of course, where it wasn’t required… she had signed there too.
He casually closed the folder and tossed it to the side.
Seeing Sylvan not responding to her, Jasmine felt a little awkward.
“Mr. Cheney, where is Little Chale? I want to see him…” she said nervously.
“Charles McIntosh took him out to buy candy.”
Upon hearing this, Jasmine felt very guilty.
“I’m sorry, I failed to take good care of Little Chale, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m really sorry,” Jasmine repeated several times, her face filled with remorse.
Watching her remorseful little face, Sylvan felt slightly annoyed.
“You’re the one who should apologize to me,” Sylvan gave her a cold glance.
Suddenly, his body felt incredibly hot and an unknown anger began to rise from within.
He opened the car window and lit a cigarette.
The smell of tobacco quickly filled the quiet compartment.
“I am unforgivable for what happened this time, it won’t happen again,”
Jasmine seemed on the verge of tears.
Sylvan sneered, not saying a word.
The faint scent of tobacco filled the air; Jasmine Yale lowered her head, twisting her hands nervously.
Sylvan still cared about it.
But she didn’t feel as if she had wronged him, clearly three years ago…
Jasmine’s heart felt cold, she did not want to think too much about it.