He really just left like that.
Jasmine Yale was quite angry, but she still had to keep smiling.
She leaned over and took the cake box out from the front passenger seat.
The cake was neither too large nor too small, just enough for two people, and the Flower Home cake box was as beautiful as ever, with embossed patterns and delicate bows.
Overall, it was in pink tones, giving off a sweet aura.
Jasmine Yale had loved their cakes since she was a child; later, afraid of gaining weight, she rarely ate them.
She carried the cake box towards the living room.
She also deliberately didn't call Sylvan Cheney, just watching him walk ahead.
This man had lost a lot of weight compared to before, but it was his own doing.
Yet, his silhouette remained as profound and captivating as ever.
Once in the living room, Jasmine Yale deliberately stood at the door not entering: "It's heavy, I can't hold it anymore."
