Chapter 2339: Chapter 2339: You Want to Send Me to Jail?
The night breeze is gentle, the moon is beautiful, limitless in its splendor.
Jasmine Yale seemed tired and fell asleep as soon as Sylvan Cheney carried her to bed.
She slept soundly, and the baby inside her didn’t stir.
However, in the middle of the night, she was awakened by the sound of a phone ringing.
The apartment was extremely quiet, so quiet that she could vaguely hear Sylvan Cheney’s phone conversation from the living room, even through the door.
"Has the approval funds for the TR project come through? Give me the bank’s approval letter and documents."
"What procedure or not? Hmm? Aren’t the procedures all set by me? If I say it’s reasonable, then it is. No objections accepted."
"Three days, I want all the paperwork and documentation ready."
In the dead of night, Jasmine Yale heard Sylvan Cheney’s deep voice from the living room.
Jasmine Yale turned over, tucked in her blanket, placed a hand on her belly, and drifted back into a deep sleep.
Outside the window, the night is so dark, so endless, it’s unclear what night tonight even is.
...
Three days later.
Sylvan Cheney accompanied Jasmine Yale for a prenatal check-up.
After the check-up, he drove her to the school to get a report.
Before they reached the school, Jasmine Yale called out for Sylvan Cheney to stop: "Your car is too conspicuous. Everyone probably still remembers what happened last time. Park under that sycamore tree."
"What happened last time... Hmm, I haven’t settled the score with you yet. Tell me, why were you so ruthless, wanting to send me to jail? Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney turned the steering wheel and parked the car under the sycamore tree.
The car stopped, but he didn’t mean to let Jasmine Yale get out.
He turned his head to look at her, his eyes carrying a profound light, full of meaning.
Jasmine Yale unbuckled her seatbelt: "You do something wrong and don’t expect a lesson? If I don’t teach you a lesson, how will you learn? Don’t you have any idea how badly you injured Yukon? He was in the operating room for several hours! Yet you, even after entering the police station, had someone to bail you out."
"I went into the police station, and you seemed quite pleased?"
"Which eye of yours saw me happy? Hurt the enemy by a thousand, losses to oneself by eight hundred, what am I happy about? But if it can make you learn from your mistakes, paying a small price isn’t unacceptable."
"Is the police station a place for people?" Sylvan Cheney was displeased.
"It’s only fifteen days, not like you’re locked up for years. Fifteen days for a lesson, I think it’s pretty worthwhile."
"Cruel little thing!" Sylvan Cheney complained.
Jasmine Yale laughed, her gaze fixed on the tall buildings and big trees outside the window.
Saying fifteen days in the police station isn’t a place for people, but back then, he could make the decision to serve ten years in prison?
He’d rather serve ten years than marry into the Harry Family, but now he’s dismissing the police station as unfit for people.
However, he’s forgotten everything, and these past events only ever linger in her mind.
"What’s wrong? Not happy? Alright, if you ever want to send me into the police station, as long as you do it personally, I’m willing to go, okay?" Sylvan Cheney coaxed her.
Jasmine Yale turned her head, smiled: "I’ve never seen anyone coax like this. Just tell me, have you learned your lesson? Will you fight again in the future?"
"Do you take me for a three-year-old child?"
"Aren’t you? Three-year-olds are much more sensible than you."
"..."
"Alright, I’m going to get the report. Why don’t you wait here for me? I’ll be back soon." Jasmine Yale prepared to get out.
"You can’t drag me out?"
"No..." Jasmine Yale defended, "That’s not what I meant."
