Chapter 2292: Chapter 2292: The Rose Pricked My Hand
At the dinner, Kade Yuvan talked a lot, but Jasmine Yale spoke little.
She was probably hungry and kept her head down eating.
Kade Yuvan was in a good mood, perhaps because it was a rare chance to get out, and he chattered with Jasmine Yale for a long time.
"Jasmine, you said last time you might leave Cakago, is it true?"
"I won’t be leaving for now, even if I do, it’ll be after the baby is born."
"I think so too, your baby is almost due, it’s best not to leave Cakago during this time. Later on, don’t leave either, it’s pretty good here. As for the green card issue, with the president here, it should be doable."
"We’ll talk about it later, for now I can’t leave."
"Mm."Sometimes, while Kade Yuvan was talking, Jasmine Yale would seem a bit distracted.
When her thoughts were jumbled, she’d simply stop talking and just keep her head down eating in silence.
The dishes were delicious, and she ate quite a lot.
Outside the window, there was no wind; the private room was very quiet, with only the dim lights silently illuminating, the light cascading down like shattered jade.
On autumn nights, the moon is bright, and the stars are sparse, with no clouds for miles.
Under the city’s neon lights, one can look up and see a dim and blurry full moon, hanging in the sky like a white jade plate.
Its ivory white hue has a kind of sacred beauty, lending a touch of solemnity and elegance to the areas bathed in Moonlight.
The moonlight accompanies people on their way.
The air is filled with a faint chrysanthemum fragrance, an exceptionally elegant scent, vague and not too clear.
After the meal.
Kade Yuvan was indeed a good driver, always taking Jasmine Yale back to her apartment complex.
Jasmine Yale absent-mindedly went upstairs, showered, and then sat on the balcony drying her hair absent-mindedly.
Possibly due to being so distracted, she accidentally pricked her finger on a rose thorn, making it hurt painfully and bleed.
After applying a band-aid, she sat on the balcony watching the night view.
The evening breeze was cool.
Since she got a haircut, it’s easier to manage, not requiring much drying time to be done.
She sat in the rattan chair wearing pajamas, discarded the hairdryer, holding her mobile phone, yet never turned it on.
Only when the phone warmed in her palm did she turn it on and scroll to Sylvan Cheney’s number.
This time, it was only half past eight, still early.
The call connected; there seemed to be some surprise on the other end.
"Jasmine?"
"It’s me." She kicked her slippers absently, with her head down, long eyelashes drooping.
The light on the balcony was not bright, her face shadowed with a thin layer.
"You..." Perhaps too surprised, the other end suddenly felt a bit uneasy, unsure of what to say, "Have you had dinner yet?"
"What time do you think it is, you haven’t had dinner yet?"
"I did, ate on time."
"Have you showered?"
"Not yet, just arrived at the hotel, still working." Sylvan Cheney had his laptop in front of him.
"Your roses pricked my hand, it’s very painful, I’ve applied a band-aid."
"Is it serious? Did the thorn come out? Sorry, I forgot to remind the staff to remove the thorns; they’re all fresh roses, maybe they forgot."
"It’s nothing."
"I’ll pay more attention in the future."
"What did you have for dinner?" Jasmine Yale chatted with Sylvan Cheney with a casual tone, her voice soft as if veiled in a thin layer of fabric.
"Simply had some steak."
"Was it delicious?"
Sylvan Cheney was somewhat surprised, not expecting Jasmine Yale to have the patience to chat, saying so much.
He was exceptionally patient too: "The taste was not bad, do you want some?"
