Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 2400: Chapter 2400: I Didn’t Steal Your Stuff

"I’m at your apartment, are you busy?" Jasmine Yale said calmly, her face unusually serene.

The housekeeper in the bathroom was taken aback, she looked incredulously at Jasmine Yale, she didn’t expect Jasmine to actually dare to call Mr. Cheney!

This woman!

"I’m at the office, is there something wrong?"

"I came to the apartment to pick up some things I forgot to take last time. I happened to meet the housekeeper you hired, and we got into a quarrel. She insists that I stole your things."

Before Sylvan Cheney could speak, the middle-aged woman jumped out, shouting, "Mr. Cheney, that’s not true, Mr. Cheney, I saw her steal your things, she even took the pen from your table!"

Jasmine Yale glanced at her, avoided her, and walked towards the balcony.

"I didn’t steal your things. If you don’t believe me, you can come back and check yourself," Jasmine said quietly, "I’ve never interacted with your housekeeper before, and today I realized she’s a nasty person. If you continue to use her, then go ahead, I’m just telling you the truth. Also, she will tell people who shouldn’t know about the situation in your apartment, beware."

After saying that, Jasmine hung up the phone.

She didn’t know what Sylvan Cheney would think, but that had nothing to do with her anymore.

She had already moved all of her things.

Last time she left, she thought she was just temporarily staying at home.

Now it seemed she was naive.

In everyone’s eyes, she’s just a woman desperately living with a man for money.

She didn’t know if Sylvan Cheney thought the same, he’s been very distant from her these days.

Indeed, in others’ eyes, moving in together after knowing each other for a few months is too unrestrained.

Jasmine continued packing her things.

None of the gifts Sylvan Cheney bought her did she take with her, not even the plush doll he brought back a few days ago, which she really liked, she’s leaving it behind.

The Little Ali pillow, the pink cup, were things she bought recently. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

But she left them there, letting Sylvan Cheney decide what to do with them.

She only packed her own things.

"You really know how to tattle, as soon as I turn around, you complain to Mr. Cheney, who do you think you are! A mistress acting so arrogantly! Someday, Miss Janus will teach you a lesson, or else you won’t know your place!" The middle-aged woman glared at Jasmine Yale with a hostile stance.

With Jasmine Yale tattling like that, she didn’t know if she’d be able to keep her job.

This job was very relaxed, and the salary was high, Mr. Cheney was also a clean person, working here was particularly easy.

Now that this woman made her likely to lose her job, how could she not resent her!

Jasmine Yale ignored her tantrums and continued packing silently.

She was not fast, and packing was especially tiring.

At first, it was Sylvan Cheney who went to her home to pick up her clothes, but now, she had to pack them alone.

They hadn’t even lived together for a month...

A long time passed.

"Bang"—

The door slammed!

Jasmine Yale was shocked.

She looked up, eyes filled with surprise.

It was Sylvan Cheney.

He stood at the door wearing a sleek black suit jacket, with a tie, looking weary as if he had rushed over from a meeting.

Jasmine Yale remained unusually calm, but the middle-aged woman looked unwell, her eyes darted nervously.

Sylvan Cheney looked stern, emanating an icy cold aura, his deep eyes holding a fathomless gleam.

His gaze first fell on Jasmine Yale, then on her suitcase.