The belly still wasn't apparent, but Jasmine Yale's complexion had improved a lot.
"Miss Yale, most of the things are packed. Please check if there's anything else you want to take."
"Sure, I'll go upstairs and take a look."
"Alright."
Jasmine Yale walked upstairs.
Today she wore a simple light cyan dress, her hair tied with a hairband, giving her a more pregnant look.
Jasmine Yale packed her books and clothes into the suitcase, while Sylvan Cheney's clothes remained neatly and cleanly hung in the closet, as if he had never left.
She opened the closet and stood there in a daze for a long time.
His suits, shirts, trousers, and coats were all hanging there, exuding the scent she was most familiar with.
Jasmine felt a bit lost.
She still remembered the mornings when she would button his shirts herself.
She would also tie his tie for him.
Initially, he always complained that she didn't do it well, guiding her hand by hand many times, yet she still couldn't get it right.
