Jasmine Yale had a stubborn disposition, and the two men inside both knew it.
And she was pregnant; no one could bear to let her stand outside.
Sure enough, in no time, hurried footsteps came from inside!
Yukon Carbon opened the door.
Jasmine Yale looked up, meeting Yukon's eyes—
He seemed to have just lost his temper, his eyes bloodshot, but upon seeing Jasmine Yale, the fury in his eyes turned into a gentle breeze of tenderness.
Yukon Carbon was wearing only a wrinkled dark shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tie in disarray, and the top two buttons of his collar had disappeared somewhere.
There was a trace of blood on his lip.
Jasmine Yale was startled: "Are you hurt?"
"It's nothing." Yukon's expression was calm.
"Yukon, listen to me, you should go back first. No matter what, this is his office, and while nothing has gotten out yet, you should go back and take care of your injury, the rest... we'll talk about it later, okay?"
