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He hadn’t seen Jasmine Yale for a while now.

Occasionally, he would see glimpses of Jasmine’s life through Elder Cheney’s mobile phone.

But he misses her dearly, so much so that he can’t concentrate in class.

This time, he had prepared so much to say to her, thinking they could still be like before.

Eating together, bathing together, sleeping together.

He could nestle in her arms, listening to her stories.

She would also cheer him up.

Chale Cheney genuinely believed they could be just like they used to be.

He even brought her a little gift…

But, she didn’t even give him the chance to present it…

“Jasy, Jasy…” Chale Cheney chased after her, his cries tearing at his heartstrings.

The receptionist couldn’t help but glance in their direction.

The secretary was a little flustered. After all, Young Master was still just a child.

Why does Miss Yale dislike him so much?

Just as Chale was about to catch up, Jasmine stopped in her tracks, turned her head, her beautiful brows furrowed.

“You should go home. I’m tired and I want to rest.” Jasmine’s voice was light, almost comforting.

“Oh, okay…” Chale Cheney twisted his hands anxiously, “Then rest well, Jasy. I won’t disturb you, I promise.”

“Hmm.”

Jasmine turned her head again and walked towards the elevator.

Just as the elevator was about to arrive, Chale nervously shouted again: “Jasy, I brought a gift for you, would you accept it?”

“You keep it.”

An unusual feeling permeated Jasmine’s heart, a faint bitterness seeping into her every bone.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened with a ‘ding’.

The secretary, seeing Chale so upset, stepped forward, blocking the elevator entrance.

She took out a box from her bag.

“Miss Yale, this is the gift Young Master brought for you. He has been waiting for you since the afternoon.” The elevator doors closed again.

Jasmine looked at her.

Her eyes held complex emotions, but an unchanging thread of indifference ran through them all.

She let out a soft laugh: “Miss, I’m really not close with your Young Master. I don’t want to accept the gift.”

“Miss Yale, the child’s gift isn’t expensive, just accept it. After all, he is still young…” The secretary was in a predicament.

She felt that Jasmine was being too unfeeling.

Really.

He’s just a child, why be so calculative?

Jasmine glanced at the box in her hand, her expression remaining cold, “I don’t want to accept it.”

“Miss Yale…” The secretary thought, this woman was truly heartless.

However, if she really wasn’t close with the Young Master, then she couldn’t force her.

Chale Cheney grabbed the secretary’s hand, his large eyes looking at Jasmine.

“Jasy, you should go upstairs and rest. I’ll be leaving tomorrow.”

Jasmine remained silent, waiting quietly for the elevator.

Her gaze fell on the elevator screen, watching as it descended once more.

“Jasy, I don’t know when I’ll be able to come again, maybe not for many years, so you must be happy.” Chale Cheney looked at her.

He wasn’t lying.

He wished for Jasy to be happy.

Jasmine remained silent, simply raising her head, and swallowing the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.

With a ‘ding’, the elevator doors opened once more.

Jasmine stepped inside, her back to Chale Cheney, and never looked back.

Many years later…

She would have her own child too, right?