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Chapter 252: A Chaotic Personal Life
Chapter 252: A Chaotic Personal Life
Chapter 252: Chapter 252: A Chaotic Personal Life
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Jasmine Yale felt a whirlpool of emotions, her mood was heavy, a lump formed in her throat.
How come Sylvan Cheney didn’t tell Little Chale that Yolanda Fern is his mom? Or is it that Little Chale is Sylvan Tcheney’s illegitimate child with an unknown woman?
Jasmine knew that wealthy and powerful men often had messy private lives, having several women was no big deal for them.
Otherwise, how would Sylvan Cheney have ended up in bed with her three years ago?
“Jasy, please don’t stop talking and ignore the baby…” Chale Cheney was sad, wiping his tears, “Jasy, did the baby do something wrong?”
“No,” Jasmine snapped back to reality, “I’m just working.”
“Will you come back tonight? I’ll wait for you.”
“Don’t wait for me, I’m working late tonight.”
“Ah…” Chale Cheney’s big eyes revealed deep disappointment, “When can you spend time with the baby?”
“You just play by yourself.”
Jasmine hung up the phone.
She was upset.
It felt like millions of ants were drilling inside her heart, scratching it raw.
She covered her face, she was in pain.
Chale Cheney was speechless after Jasmine hung up on him.
His little hand held the phone, he was stunned.
Jasy didn’t want him anymore, she ignored him…
He was so sad that it was unbearable.
Chale Cheney started crying with a “wa” sound, throwing the phone away and laying on the couch.
Jasmine, in front of her computer, was startled and couldn’t find any words. Could the little guy cry? Was she being too ruthless?
But, when she thought about her own baby, her little rascal, her heart turned cold as ice.
Her hand resting on her lower abdomen… there was once a little life here.
How could she not care, how could she let go?
After a long time, she picked up her cellphone and opened WeChat.
She hadn’t been in contact with “Mr. Yale” for a long time, and she was sure that he was Sylvan Cheney.
She had ridiculed herself for sharing her feelings with Mr. Yale. Now it seemed ridiculous.
She sent a message to “Mr. Yale”: Mr. Yale, we have never met. When can we meet?
The other side didn’t respond.
Jasmine threw her phone away, stopped thinking about it, and started working. At six-thirty at night, she arrived at the bottom of Joe Heath’s house on time. Joe Heath was occasionally righteous, occasionally naive, occasionally chatty.
He wasn’t really that bad.
She had specifically bought a cake.
Jasmin Yale stood downstairs, holding the cake box.
Suddenly—
A blue BMW stopped.
“Oh, isn’t this Jasmine Yale? What a coincidence, I seem to run into this stray dog everywhere.”
Lana Fern rolled down her car window, a look of disdain on her face.
Jasmine squinted her eyes: “Lana Fern, haven’t you gone mute yet? I heard that those with poisonous tongues eventually get their comeuppance.”
“Did I say anything wrong? do you have a home? No, right? Do you have a house? No, right? If you don’t have either, aren’t you a stray dog?” Lana Fern laughed.
“Lana Fern, you have no brain, what should I call you?”
“Jasmine Yale, I heard that you recently hooked up with a rich guy, he’s nothing less than Mr. Cheney. I was wondering who it was, but turned out it’s CEO Heath?”
Lana Fern’s gaze fell on the cake in her hand.
She came over today also to deliver a gift for Brianna Belle.
In this entertainment industry, you had to play by CEO Heath’s rules, you couldn’t afford to offend him.
“Lana Fern, not everyone is like you, not even sparing your brother-in-law.” Jasmine didn’t want to talk to her, prepared to leave with her cake.
“Jasmine Yale, you’re quite bold! How much money does CEO Heath pay you for a night?” Lana Fern sneered..