Chapter 307: Waiting from Eight to Twenty Years Old
The bright light from the street lamp bathed her in a glow reminiscent of moonlight, tinting her pure white knitted dress with a faint hue of orange.
A gentle breeze came, and Jasmine Yale lightly brushed away her tousled hair.
Joe Heath watched from behind the floor-length window.
If she turned her head, she could see him there at the window.
But, even as she climbed into a taxi, she didn't look back.
Joe Heath drained his glass of red wine.
No sooner had Jasmine entered the car than Sylvan Cheney's phone call came through again.
Reluctantly, she had to answer it.
"Mr. Cheney."
"Why didn't you answer my call just now?"
Sylvan suppressed his anger, but his voice carried a hint of frostiness.
"Busy."
"What are you busy with so late?"
"Do I need to report my every move to you?"
"Little Chale can't finish his homework, why didn't you come back?"
Jasmine was taken aback.
Once Sylvan brought up Little Chale, she was at a loss.