Chapter 463: She chased him for twelve years


    Jasmine Yale was having dinner at her table when she received a call from Sylvan Cheney.


    Sylvan’s staff were watching her closely, and the weather was cold, so they didn’t let her go out.


    In the evening, the snow finally stopped intermittently.


    A thickyer of white snow had umted on the top of the grass and tree branches.


    She was watching the snow outside the window, while eating the dinner delivered by the housemaid.


    As the night darkened, the white snow under the streetmp became even more beautiful, exceptionally enchanting. The light yellow haze from the streetmp shone on the thick snow.


    The moon also came out, with its light like soft silk, gentle as water.


    Jasmine was eating her favorite fish balls, without too much distraction.


    She became even more determined about some matters that she had been pondering over since her days in Sinkapore.


    “Jasy…”<div>


    Suddenly, her phone rang and she answered it.


    It was Sylvan Cheney’s deep and husky voice, rich like a cello but showing obvious signs of intoxication.


    Jasmine was a little surprised.


    “What’s up?”


    “Come and stay with me…” There was a note of sadness and emotion in Sylvan Cheney’s voice that she couldn’t discern.


    “Have you been drinking?” Jasmine furrowed her eyebrows.


    “Yes.”


    Jasmine held her phone, at a loss for words.


    She was afraid of Sylvan Cheney when he drank. Even though he had a good tolerance, she still didn’t dare to stay with him.


    Besides, the night just started and he was already drunk.


    Did he go out to drink on purpose?


    “Jasy, why aren’t you speaking…” There was more usation and helplessness in Sylvan’s tone now.


    “It’ste, you should call Charles Mcintosh.” Jasmine refused him.


    It’s not that she’s heartless, but… there really was no need for them to get entangled again.


    He already had a son and was engaged.


    He wanted topensate her now, but she didn’t need it.


    She had chased after him for twelve years; she was too tired and didn’t want to chase anymore.


    To love someone until you are exhausted is disappointing.


    “Don’t hang up, Jasy.”<div>


    Her heart skipped a beat. She thought she heard a touch of pain in Sylvan Cheney’s voice, but she wasn’t sure.


    How could a man like him feel pain?


    “Jasy… don’t you like the snow? Can I take you to see it tomorrow? To the mountain? Huh?”


    “You’re drunk. Go home early. I’ll call Charles for you.”<div>


    “Don’t hang up… it’s fine if you don’t speak… just don’t hang up… don’t leave me again…”


    Jasmine’s brows furrowed, he was really drunk.


    Sylvan was a man with considerable restraint, what had happened to upset him so much?


    “I think I should call Charles for you. If anything happens to you, I can’t take the responsibility.”


    “Jasy…”


    After hearing her name from him once more, she hung up.


    She then called Charles Mcintosh.


    After she had exined the situation to Charles, she put her phone aside and continued eating in silence.


    She didn’t know why, but the fish balls she found delicious a moment ago suddenly lost their vor.


    As she ate, they tasted like they were vorless.


    There was a daze in Jasmine’s eyes.


    Jasmine lost her mood to eat; she simply stopped, put down her bowl and chopsticks, and cleared the table.


    Suddenly, Charles Mcintosh called back.<div>


    “Miss Yale.”


    “What’s the matter?”


    “Mr. Cheney is not feeling well, could youe and be with him?”


    “Aren’t you his subordinate? Why don’t you go?”


    “I… Miss Yale, the person Mr. Cheney wants to see is you.”


    “And Assistant Mcintosh, which capacity should I apany him in?” Jasmine questioned.


    She disliked the feeling of being in the eye of the storm.