Sylvan Cheney couldn't bear to hear her talk about such sentimental things, so he freed a hand to rub her head: "Once you're at Cheney Family, just stay in the president's office."
"Are you busy today?"
"I have a meeting in the morning, the rest can be handled by Charles Mcintosh."
"Are there a lot of beauties at Cheney?"
"Plenty, but none as beautiful as you."
"..." Instantly, Jasmine Yale's heart blossomed with joy, feeling greatly pleased.
Occasionally, Jasmine thought this man had a talent for pampering women.
Jasmine Yale propped her head on her hand, looking at the man driving.
His black suit was immaculate, his handsome profile clearly defined in the light streaming in, his contours deep and shadowed, time had polished his features to be more composed and restrained.
He was completely different from his younger years, but one thing had stayed the same; he had always been good-looking.
Sometimes, Jasmine could do nothing at all and just watch him all day.
