Chapter 2443: Chapter 2443: I’m Getting Married Soon
"Let’s have a meal together, just like it’s the last time." Sylvan Cheney looked at her.
Only the two of them were in the room, so quiet they could hear each other’s breathing.
Jasmine Yale tightly clutched the property deed and bank card he gave her in her right hand. Her chest was calm without any fluctuation, and her gaze showed no waves.
"What I said before, it seems the CEO still doesn’t understand. The New Year’s Eve dinner is meant to be spent with family. What kind of person do you consider yourself to me?"
"When a woman becomes indifferent, she doesn’t hold back." Sylvan Cheney chuckled awkwardly.
"By the way, if possible, I’d hope your fiancée doesn’t disturb my family anymore. That would be the best compensation. After all, I don’t want to sink to the point of being beaten. When are you going to Old York? You won’t be returning to Cakago, will you?"
"Do you care about me?"
"Don’t flatter yourself. I took your house and money to sever ties with you. If I still had feelings for you, would I have accepted them? Don’t you agree?" Jasmine said indifferently, expressionless, "Don’t call me again in the future. I don’t want to see you, and my daughter doesn’t want to see you either."
Sylvan Cheney smirked: "Find her a good father in the future."
"Of course, he definitely won’t be like you."
"He’d better not be like me, what’s the point of being like me."
"You won’t call me again, will you?" Jasmine hesitated, giving him a glance.
"I’m getting married soon, why would I call you?"
Hearing it is one thing; hearing it from his mouth is another.
An unspeakable feeling spread through her limbs and bones.
Clutching the things he gave tightly, her lips curved into a faint indifferent smile: "Congratulations. I wish you double luck with children and success in your career. CEO, you truly are a winner in life; it’s enviable. A beautiful mixed-race wife and the future heir to the vast James family fortune. You’ll even have mixed-race children in the future. Really, if I were a man, I wouldn’t even know how to envy you."
Sylvan Cheney pressed his thin lips tightly together, saying nothing, just looking at her.
Jasmine suddenly didn’t know what to say either, neither sad nor happy, very calm.
After a long time, still it was Sylvan Cheney who spoke first: "What about you, continuing to settle in Cakago? I think you could sell my house for a sum of money and return to your country, enough for you for a lifetime."
"The CEO surely is considerate. Whether I leave or not, what’s it to you? In the future, you’ll be high up in Old York; I won’t bother you. Rest assured, I took your money and won’t let others know we once had an affair."
"Hmm." Sylvan Cheney responded indifferently, "Really not staying for a meal?"
Jasmine stared into his eyes for a long time, unable to see any emotion.
A winner in life, it’s nice.
"Goodbye." Jasmine gave him one last look and turned away.
She pushed the door open, wrapped her scarf around her, and walked to the elevator without looking back.
The elevator happened to arrive, and she stepped inside.
Sylvan Cheney did not follow her out; the entire hallway fell into silence.
Thus ends the year, the music ends, and the people scatter.
To take someone out of your heart might not be difficult, but a piece of your heart will be gouged out, bleeding profusely.
However, the heart will slowly heal, and maybe it won’t take long for that empty spot to be filled with something or someone else, and the heart will be whole again.
The evening wind blew, lifting the tassels on her scarf and the loose strands of her hair.
It blew away the remaining sorrow, blowing away the youthful past.
The affairs of youth are matters of the past; the road to the ends of the earth is a road of no return.
