Chapter 305: Died at a Young Age
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“Joe Heath, can you stop? Can you let me eat my dinner in peace?”
Jasmine Yale was furious.
Joe Heath quickly stood up, took a pair of clean cutlery with a grin, and handed them to her attentively.
“Don’t be angry, eat. You are so thin, you have to eat more.”
Jasmine Yale wished she could tear him apart, she had never met such a thick-skinned person.
Joe Heath laughed and sat down again, “By the way, I heard that little guy Chale Cheney really likes you?”
“Who told you?” Jasmine Yale frowned.
“The servant from the Cheney residence.”
Jasmine Yale relaxed a bit and started to cut her steak again.
Joe Heath raised his wine glass, squinting at Jasmine Yale.
Under the dim crystal light, Jasmine Yale’s oval face was very beautiful, without any makeup, pure and natural.
Black hair, big eyes like purple grapes.
No wonder, even his brother who typically avoids women was also bewitched.
“That little thing Chale Cheney, whoever looks pretty, he likes to stick to that person.” said Joe Heath, “You don’t know, when he was in Lonton, he liked to stick to Yolanda Fern, calling her ‘mama’.”
Jasmine Yale frowned, looking displeased.
“Don’t talk bad about children, children don’t trouble you.” said Jasmine Yale blandly.
“How can this be considered as saying bad things? I’m just stating the facts.” Joe Heath feigned innocence, “That little fellow can really adjust his course according to the wind, just like his father, very crafty. An old cunning, a little slippery.”
“That little guy, who treats him well, he will call her ‘mama’. You know, there is a number of people who want to be Chale Cheney’s mother, too many to count.”
Jasmine Yale knew, of course she knew.
Even though Sylvan Cheney has been married and had a child, he is still a sought-after man in Landon!
“So, Jasmine, if he sticks to you too, don’t take it to heart. He’s like that, he likes pretty elder sisters, he’ll like others after a while.”
“So, CEO Heath, what are you trying to convey?” Jasmine Yale looked at him.
Her big eyes sparkled under the lamp light, very attractive.
“Don’t invest too much emotion, it’s not worth it.” Joe Heath says, “Although you are pretty, compared to Chale Cheney’s mother, you still lack a bit…”
“Have you met his mother?” Jasmine Yale suddenly asked.
After asking, she regretted it.
What does it matter to her what Chale Cheney’s mother is like.
Maybe, she just feels that it is unfair.
After Sylvan Cheney had a child with another woman, he still slept with her.
Joe Heath took a sip of red wine, sighing regretfully.
“I have only seen a photo, very beautiful, very beautiful, it’s a pity, she passed away young.”
“Big eyes, double eyelid, fair skin.”
Joe Heath looked full of memories.
“What is her name? How did she pass away?” Jasmine Yale asked.
She doesn’t know many people, and even fewer mutual acquaintances with Sylvan Cheney.
However, suddenly, she wanted to know.
The bitterness and pain in her heart spread, throttling her, it hurt to the point of suffocation.
Joe Heath was silent for a moment, his expression solemn.
He picked up his wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and shook his head.
The silence was as deep as the night.
Jasmine Yale’s heart felt a pang, did she ask something wrong?
After a long while, Joe Heath raised his head and sighed.
“Car accident.” Joe Heath’s expression turned grave, “You would not know, for that period of time, it seemed that my older brother had aged by several years..”