"Got it." Jasmine Yale held the roses in her arms, lowered her head and sniffed them; the fresh fragrance filled her senses.
Sylvan Cheney walked up to her, looked at her, and gently caressed her face.
Right now, she was more beautiful than a rose, probably due to the contrast of the roses and the lights, making her face appear even more delicate.
"You came home quite early today, seems like it's just closing time?" Jasmine Yale said.
"Yes, I missed you, so I rushed home."
"That's not acceptable, you should perform your duties properly since you're in the position of CEO. You should be thinking about work during working hours, not pining after me."
"Where did you learn this skill of reprimanding people?"
"From you." Jasmine Yale laughed and lifted her head, from her angle she could see Sylvan Cheney's profound facial contours, "If I were a company shareholder, I wouldn't trust a distracted CEO like that, I'd be losing a lot."
