"No sincerity." Sylvan Cheney reached out and touched her head, the corners of his mouth curving upwards under the shimmering starlight.
Jasmine Yale was startled for a moment, her heart skipped a beat when his large hand landed on her head.
She looked at him, gazing intently for a long time.
Only then did Sylvan Cheney open the box, and as it opened, a faint fragrance wafted out.
It turned out to be a comb, a sandalwood comb.
Beautiful patterns were carved on the comb, exuding an antique charm.
Sylvan Cheney showed it to her, then closed the box again, "Take it, bring it home; it's a belated birthday gift."
Jasmine Yale happily accepted the box, she really liked the gift.
Using the comb he bought every day would bring happiness, just like having him by her side.
"Thank you, President."
"I don't like verbal thanks."
"Then... I'll do a good job on the amusement park project, okay?"
"That's what you should do!"
"Oh." Jasmine Yale felt deflated.
