The stairwell was dimly lit, and she rubbed her forehead, whispering, "I'm sorry."
Sylvan Cheney didn't turn around, his tall figure pausing as he said, "If there's nothing wrong, there's no need to apologize to me."
Jasmine Yale was taken aback for a moment, rubbing her forehead with her small hand, hiding behind him.
The familiar scent of Agarwood Fragrance lingered from his body, wafting to her nose.
He didn't move, and she didn't dare to.
"How long do you plan to stand behind me, hm?" Sylvan Cheney spoke.
"Are you still angry?"
"What do you think?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hide things from you, nor did I mean to interfere with the company's affairs, sorry." At this moment, she was somewhat afraid of him.
"As I said, there's nothing wrong, no need to apologize to me."
There was a trace of annoyance in Sylvan Cheney's tone as he strode away from the stairs towards the living room.
