Chapter 2342: Chapter 2342: Wasn’t She Being Kept as a Mistress?
The elderly professor with graying hair remained expressionless, merely distributing the report cards to the approaching students in order, then following procedure to sign and stamp them.
One student after another, coming and going.
The atmosphere in the office was quite lively. Jasmine Yale appeared somewhat out of place among a group of classmates, many of whom she couldn’t even name.
It wasn’t long before it was her turn.
She received her report card and signed her name.
After signing, the professor shook her hand symbolically, nodded politely and amicably.
Jasmine Yale let out a breath of relief and walked out of the office.
People outside continued to gossip about her as she passed by them, clutching her folder, walking very slowly.
She hadn’t committed any crime or wrongdoing, so there was no need to hang her head low. Being pregnant wasn’t an unforgivable thing.
As she reached the building’s entrance, sunlight poured down, marking one of the most beautiful times of the morning with the breeze clear and clouds light, the sky blue.
The campus was brimming with vigor and vitality.
Various flowers and plants arranged at the bottom of the steps appeared particularly lush, meticulously watered and tended, symbolizing resilient life.
Jasmine Yale looked up, seeking Sylvan Cheney.
She didn’t expect that as soon as she looked up, she saw two young girls chatting with Sylvan Cheney, and even from afar, she seemed able to hear those girls speaking.
"Hey handsome, are you waiting for someone? Who are you looking for? I haven’t seen you around campus. You... shouldn’t be a student from our school, right?"
Sylvan Cheney’s gaze was indifferent, and he did not speak.
Although he exuded coldness and an unfriendly demeanor, the two girls were relentless.
"If you’re not familiar with our school, we can show you around. We’ve been studying here for three years, almost ready to graduate, very familiar. Whoever you’re looking for, just ask us."
Jasmine Yale smiled awkwardly, a good-looking man gets hit on everywhere.
Sylvan Cheney also saw Jasmine Yale, his gaze steadied and he walked toward her.
"Hey handsome, can we have your phone number!" The two girls pursued persistently.
As they saw Sylvan Cheney walking toward Jasmine Yale, one of them hurriedly grabbed his cuff: "Hey handsome, that pregnant woman has a terrible reputation, don’t go over there. She’s known in our department for being a vixen, pregnant before marriage. If you have any questions, ask us instead."
"Is that so? How could you end up not graduating? Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney’s cold eyes swept across their faces, "Let go."
The girls were frightened by Sylvan Cheney’s gaze.
Is it necessary?
"Handsome, we’re kindly warning you, you clearly seem unfamiliar with our school."
"Jasmine Yale, come here!" Sylvan Cheney called out to the standing still Jasmine Yale.
"Oh." Jasmine Yale didn’t understand why he was shouting; she hadn’t done anything wrong.
The two girls looked surprised — they knew each other?
Just as Jasmine Yale was about to walk over, Sylvan Cheney strode over, enveloping her waist and taking the folder from her hands.
His sharp eyes glared at the two girls as his gaze turned into a blade: "Jasmine Yale is my girlfriend. If you spread rumors about her in school again, I won’t let you go. Besides, where do you get the nerve to talk about others, being so unrestrained and shameless yourselves? Hmm?"
The two girls’ eyes widened in disbelief!
This person couldn’t possibly be Jasmine Yale’s boyfriend, right? Wasn’t Jasmine Yale’s boyfriend an old man? Wasn’t she being supported by someone?
Sylvan Cheney’s voice was somewhat cold, but his attitude hadn’t reached a terrifying degree.
Jasmine Yale secretly tugged at his clothes: "Ignore them, I’m almost graduating."
