Chapter 2402: Chapter 2402: A Pinch to the Heart
The hallway was very quiet, the violent noise was particularly startling!
The middle-aged woman was stunned, her eyes flashed with fear, and her legs were shaking while she stood in place.
Sylvan Cheney’s face was extremely unpleasant, his jawline taut, chilly like the winter ice.
His knife-like gaze stabbed into the woman’s body, and she shivered for a long time, hurriedly leaving the apartment.
At the door, she picked up her things.
Fleeing in panic!
Jasmine Yale was also startled, dumbfounded as she raised her head.
She rarely saw Sylvan Cheney lose his temper like this; no matter what, he was quite the gentleman.
Just as she looked up, Sylvan Cheney slammed the door shut with a "bang" and walked over to her with large strides.
He stared at her suitcase.
Jasmine Yale was alarmed and quickly explained, "I didn’t take your things, the suitcase is all my stuff, there wasn’t a pen on your desk, I didn’t take anything."
"Did I say you took something?"
"Oh..." Jasmine Yale was uneasy, "I’ve packed most of my things, called you just to say this housekeeper is unreliable, you’d better find someone else."
"All packed?"
"Almost, could you help me with the suitcase zipper? It’s really hard for me to bend down..." She lifted her head, her eyes pleading.
After packing for so long, her back ached, and she had no strength left to pull the zipper.
Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, staring at her face for a long time.
Jasmine Yale’s complexion was surprisingly good, her eyes were particularly calm.
He didn’t move for a long while.
Jasmine Yale had no choice but to try bending down herself.
The bedroom was very quiet.
Sylvan Cheney grabbed her wrist, preventing her from squatting down, and led her aside: "I’ll help you."
In the bedroom, she had packed all her things; his apartment reverted to its former shape, no longer with those colorful, girlishly favored items.
Only at the bedside, that pair of dolls still stood adorably, with silly smiles, still cute.
Sylvan Cheney strode to the bedside, stuffed the large and small dress-wearing dolls into her suitcase, and then zipped it up for her.
Jasmine Yale leaned against the wall, her eyes couldn’t hide the surprise and faint bewilderment.
She didn’t say anything, nothing at all.
Between adults, a glance, a movement, almost conveyed everything he was thinking.
The heartstrings, like being pinched.
With the suitcase zipped, Sylvan Cheney stood up.
"Thank you." She hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you for helping me."
He remained silent, only gave her a look.
Jasmine Yale fastened her scarf, covering half her face, and bid him farewell while holding the suitcase: "President, I’ll be leaving first, go ahead with your work."
He still did not speak, his deep gaze remained on her face.
Jasmine Yale disliked being stared at, she lowered her head, quietly pulled her suitcase and left.
Were they peacefully breaking up?
That was quite good.
Really pretty good.
Since he was someone who liked to control others, let it be his way.
She dragged her suitcase to the apartment door, hesitated without turning back, just said faintly: "President, remember to change the apartment code."
If one day, something got lost in his apartment, that would be bad.
She didn’t want to carry any unwanted blame.
Her reputation was already not very good.
Though there weren’t many things in his apartment, they were indeed quite valuable.
After finishing, she dragged her suitcase toward the elevator.
