"Knowing | shouldn't have said it and still saying it, madewanna cry in the middle of the night!" Jasmine choked up.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry, okay!" Sophia started to soothe Jasmine again, "Ms. Jones, don't get so worked up, you're not that young
anymore, keep it cool, think about your image!"
Jasmine couldn't help but laugh, "I'm fine, but Jason has put in so many years, don't break his heart."
Sophia wasn't sure how much her mom knew, she whispered, "Mom, my head's a mess right now. | just broke up with Robin, and |
don't know how to face Jason. | can't figure out if my feelings for him are just dependency from growing up together or something
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmore. | want to be clear-headed before | move forward, it's only fair to him."
Jasmine's voice softened, "lI understand, and | know how you feel, don't worry, Jason will wait for you."
These words made Sophia's heart ache, yet brought a gentlefort like moonlight. She walked to the window, took a breath of
the cool air outside, her mind bing clearer, and whispered, "I understand, go to sleep, I'll finish revising the design drafts and
then head to bed."
Jasmine advised, "It's late, try to sleep early."
"Yeah!"
After hanging up, Sophia's restless heart began to settle down.
Jason's words had shocked her deeply. These past few days, her heart was in turmoil, finding no peace. After this call, her mood
had slightly improved.
She would figure things out before facing him again.
Shortly after, she turned around and went back to her room to focus on her design drafts, putting aside her jumbled thoughts.
The next day, Sophia finally saw Jason at the studio.
He cwith Estelle.
This was Estelle's first visit to the stusince her identity was revealed, and everyone was excited, circling around Estelle with
admiration and affection, yet trying not to be too overwhelming.
Jason said in a calm voice, "Estelle will being by often. Just treat her normally, don't scare her away!"
Everyone chuckled in embarrassment.
Jason's gaze swept over Sophia and quickly shifted away, his eyes cold and distant behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his demeanor
as aloof and noble as ever, showing no sign of the previous night's turmoil
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