Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2147: Pack Up and Get Out

Jasmine Yale ate the entire bowl of noodles without interruption from start to finish.

Her stomach full, her body warmed up.

Outside, the sun was still shining brightly, and the white clouds drifted gently with the wind, with light streaming through the clouds and casting golden hues everywhere.

The leaves had already turned yellow and dry; when the wind blew, the branches and leaves rustled, like a symphony.

Jasmine Yale walked from the noodle shop towards the intersection.

Along the way, there were students everywhere, and Jasmine watched the people coming and going happily, her mood lifted.

Her steps, too, became lighter.

But when her gaze fell on the black Maybach at the intersection, her fingers involuntarily clenched.

He hasn’t left yet?

Standing outside, she couldn’t see inside the car—she couldn’t see anything.

Before Jasmine could react, her phone rang.

It was a call from Sylvan Cheney from the car.

"Get in the car, I have something to say to you." His tone was commanding and domineering, lacking any warmth.

"I have the right to refuse."

"If it were Yukon Carbon, would you refuse?"

"You’re not Mr. Carbon, and you shouldn’t always compare yourself to Mr. Carbon. To be frank, in some aspects, you’re far inferior to Mr. Carbon."

"In your eyes, I’m worthless!"

"No, you have your strengths, I’m not blind, I can see them. It’s because I can see them that I’m willing to be your girlfriend. But when a person’s flaws gradually overshadow their strengths, I’m not inclined to stay with that person anymore. You know? Negative energy is contagious."

"Negative energy? In your eyes, I’m just negative energy?" His attitude grew increasingly menacing.

Jasmine rubbed her forehead: "That’s not what I meant..."

"Get in the car, I have something to say to you."

"Just say it over the phone, I like the sun outside, it’s so bright." Jasmine’s lips maintained a smile.

"Some things can’t be discussed over the phone!"

Jasmine moved her lips, remaining silent for a moment.

She was very close to his car, just a few steps away.

She couldn’t see his expression clearly, but he, inside the car, could see her every move clearly.

His Maybach was conspicuously parked at the roadside.

Jasmine thought for a moment, finally nodding: "Then this time, let’s finish the conversation."

She hung up the phone and opened the passenger side door.

As soon as she got in the car, she smelled the familiar scent inside; the lavender fragrance mixed with the cologne he wore.

"You... go ahead." Jasmine turned to glance at him.

Sylvan Cheney had his hands casually on the steering wheel, his jawline taut, his face looking as unpleasant as overcast clouds.

Silence, sudden silence.

Jasmine had little patience: "I have to go to the company, I can’t waste too much time."

"Heh." Sylvan sneered, "Someone who’s about to pack up and leave next week still cares about time?"

"I’m still here now, and since I’m here, I’ll do my job according to the rules." Compared to Sylvan Cheney, Jasmine was much calmer.

"You smell like noodles, it’s awful." Sylvan frowned in displeasure.

"Really?" Jasmine sniffed herself, didn’t smell it, "Maybe it’s because I just came from the noodle shop, since that’s the case, Mr. President, say what you have to say quickly, I’ll get out right away."

Sylvan, irritated, lowered his head, opened the glove compartment, pulled out a string with red beans, and tossed it into her lap!

Jasmine reached out to catch it.