Chapter 281: Those Three Years, He Almost Died

Besides, he was a man of such overwhelming power and influence.

"What are you thinking about?" Sylvan Cheney walked over and opened the car door.

Jasmine Yale looked up: "Nothing."

He turned to her, his tall body leaning in, a pleasant look on his face.

As he got close, she could smell his unique scent, the understated Agarwood Fragrance.

It seemed like he was in a good mood today.

"Thinking about me?"

Jasmine Yale dismissed it: "Even if I was thinking about someone, it wouldn't be you."

"Is that so?" Sylvan Cheney moved closer, "During those three years I left Landon, did you think about me?"

Those three years?

The three years that he abandoned her, betrayed her?

Did he know that what she feared the most deep down was abandonment and betrayal?

With that thought, she broke out into a cold sweat.

"I thought Mr. Cheney would never come back, but surprisingly, we met again. Originally I thought I would never see you in my lifetime." Jasmine Yale said indifferently.