On the other end, there was no response.
After a long while, Jasmine Yale typed a lengthy message to him: President, the baby and I lack nothing, and I'm not someone with many pursuits. Do you know what my greatest dream is? It's not a promotion, not a high salary, nor traveling the world. It's having a warm courtyard, with a cat, where I can hold my cat and bask in the sun, dreaming, with no wind, no rain, only stability and warmth.
She sent it out.
On the other end, there was still no response.
Jasmine Yale typed another lengthy message: President, I don't know if you have any misunderstandings about me, or if the rumors outside make you think I'm a very casual person. If you really think that way, then please stay away from me.
After sending, she hugged her arms, suddenly feeling a bit cold.
This coldness emanated from the heart.
She really didn't know how Sylvan Cheney saw her, what kind of person he took her to be.
