He never liked to apologize first, but in front of her, he didn't care about his pride.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head, eating from the bowl, still feeling upset inside.
Sylvan Cheney looked at her, furrowing his brows, "I don't like you defending another man like this. To be honest, I mind it, I really mind it."
"Boss, this isn't defending him. There are some things I'll explain to him clearly, but before that, I truly hope you don't interfere."
"Alright, let's end it here."
Sylvan Cheney also stopped talking and continued eating breakfast.
He didn't make a sound, and she didn't continue the conversation.
However, she didn't expect Sylvan to take the initiative to apologize; when had he ever apologized for something trivial?
All this time, he had been domineering and autocratic.
Jasmine Yale ate without saying a word for quite a while, feeling silently angry.
Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow, picked up a mini jade dumpling for her: "Eat more."
