Since Sylvan Cheney lost his memory, his personality and temperament have been unpredictable, sometimes making her feel uncertain.
For instance, would he still reject all the women who came onto him, like he did before?
Jasmine Yale sighed inwardly, regardless of his external status, he was still a normal man.
How much resistance does a normal man have against women who throw themselves at him?
She didn't know; after all, she wasn't a man!
Jasmine Yale leaned against the wall, taking a couple of steps into the apartment, only to realize the slippers Sylvan Cheney had bought for her earlier were now worn by this woman.
Her steps halted, and she didn't continue forward, retracting her gaze.
"President, here." Jasmine Yale reached out, intending to hand the thermos box to him, her eyes remaining calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.
Sylvan Cheney did not accept it.
The girl from PR lifted her hand and snatched it away.
