Chapter 1098: The Last Bit of Patience

In the quiet private room, Jasmine Yale was somewhat at a loss.

The night grew deeper and deeper.

Outside was the noisy city and the blurry lights, while inside the private room there was only her lonely figure.

The light stretched her slender shadow long, casting it onto the ground, singular and alone.

Not knowing how long she had cried, she raised her head from her arms and silently opened the cake box.

Her eyes were red, and her long eyelashes also bore glistening teardrops.

By this time, it was already past seven in the evening.

He hadn't come, nor had he returned her call.

There was heating in the room, but she felt a chill all over her body.

The relationship between her and him could never be purely platonic.

During this period, their interactions were unusually calm, neither mentioned the third person, not even Chale Cheney.

Careful and meticulous.