Chapter 251: Is it Good to Sleep with the Baby?
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Jasmine Yale is one to give in to gentle pressure but resists against harsh demands. She retorts, “You’re always so conceited. Not everyone has to do your bidding.”
“Jasmine Yale, you are quite tempestuous. In Landon…”
“You could easily crush me?” She looked at him.
She was well aware of Joe Heath’s power, influence, and the formidable protection of his older brother.
“Are you scared now?” Joe Heath raised his eyebrows.
Well, there’s no point in being angry with a woman.
Jasmine Yale fell silent.
“Tulip Residential District, Building 1, at 6:30 PM. If you come, just wait downstairs. I’ll come down to receive you. Great food and wine await you. You won’t be treated unfairly.” He said indifferently.
“Don’t you live with your parents?”
“Living with my parents? That’s too stifling!”
“People who live in a state of constant happiness are not aware of the happiness,” Jasmine Yale replied, her tone icy.
She would consider herself fortunate if she could live with her parents…
“Don’t forget about last time’s drink… You still owe me two cups.”
Joe Heath held up two fingers, making a “two” sign. His face held a faint smile.
“I can go, but there are a few conditions…”
“I know,” Joe Heath interrupted her, “I told you, I am a gentleman. Moreover, I am not inviting you alone!”
The car just happened to pull up beneath the Respected Majesty building.
Joe Heath parked the car and smiled, “I’ll see you tonight.”
Feeling miserable, Jasmine Yale found herself craving the taste of alcohol.
Although she didn’t particularly like Joe Heath, his wine was impressive.
Jasmine Yale stepped out of the car.
The next second, Joe Heath tossed a rose into her arms.
“Take good care of it. This beautiful flower cost me seven hundred dollars!”
“As if you lack seven hundred dollars!” She received the flower and gave him a contemptuous look in return.
“Of course! It’s enough to feed my dog for a few days.”
Joe Heath waved at her, leaning back on the steering wheel as he watched her walk into the building.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly in a smile, brighter than the sunshine. Jasmine Yale held the roses, unsure whether to throw them away or keep them. Upon reaching her office, she simply put the roses on the shared balcony and quietly withdrew.
“Jasmine, this flower is really beautiful. Who gave it to you?”
Suddenly, someone asked from behind.
Startled, Jasmine Yale turned around to see Sister Penny. She forced out an awkward laugh, “Just picked it up on the way. Thought it might add some color to the office.”
A statement so absurd, not even Jasmine Yale herself believed it.
“Just leave them there, they look quite beautiful.”
“Okay.” Jasmine Yale hurriedly departed.
Meanwhile, Joe Heath had not left immediately and watched her go up the stairs.
Not until Jasmine Yale had disappeared from sight did he tap on the steering wheel pensively.
As Jasmine Yale was sorting out a news draft, her cell phone suddenly rang.
She glanced down. It was a call from Cheney Residence.
She cancelled the call.
The call came through again, persistently.
Left with no choice, Jasmine Yale picked up, “Hello.”
“Jasy, where are you, where are you…” Chale Cheney sobbed, wiping his eyes with his hand, “I want to see you…”
“Will you come in the evening? Can you come and sleep with the baby? The baby wants you…”
The little one cried pitifully, his sobs hitching in his throat.
For some reason, Jasmine Yale felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.
She couldn’t bring herself to be hard on the little one.
But when she thought about everything Sylvan Cheney had done to her, her heart turned cold again.
“Chaley, go find your mother.”
“I don’t have a mother, I don’t have a mother, I just want you…” Chale Cheney sounded absolutely heartbroken..