Jasmine Yale, knowing he couldn't see her expression, laughed mischievously, "That's because you led me astray. I used to be so innocent—more innocent than Chale Cheney."
"Are you planning to just throw your shame away now?"
"…" Jasmine rolled her eyes. "You're so annoying."
Seriously.
He really was the one who led her astray.
But the thought that he was willing to share some things from work with her still made her very happy.
At least, he wasn't as aloof as before.
Back then, his world had been a mystery to her. But now, he was willing to let her in—at least a little.
After breakfast,
Sylvan Cheney drove her to one of the malls owned by the Cheney Group.
The entire third floor was dedicated to clothing, and Sylvan had already cleared out the space beforehand.
Until the Cheney Group was fully transitioned to Jesse Rowan, Sylvan was still the president of the company.
"Try anything you like; don't hold back," Sylvan said as he walked her upstairs.
