Jasmine Yale stopped speaking, and suddenly two lines of tears flowed down from her eyes.
The countless words trapped in her heart suddenly didn't know where to begin; it seemed that no matter what she said, it had lost its meaning.
He forgot her.
In just three months, he forgot her.
She knew Sylvan Cheney wasn't a man of fiery passion, but she never expected that he would be so heartless.
However, knowing he wasn't dead and nothing serious had happened, she was relieved.
He's still living well, merely three months later he's once again become a king in another city, still the commanding CEO, wielding power.
Which was quite expected, he was born to pursue his career, there's no business he doesn't excel at, only the ones he doesn't love doing.
Tears dripped onto the back of her hand, while sweat beads still emerged on her forehead.
