Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 489: Chapter 489: The Last Time He Was Urged

Jasmine Yale hesitated, she didn’t really understand what Sylvan Cheney meant by these two words.

“What?” Jasmine Yale blurted out.

What did he want to meet her for?

“Are you free?” Sylvan Cheney confirmed again.

Jasmine Yale responded ambiguously, “I should be free.”

“Okay.”

Jasmine Yale was puzzled.

Christmas time abroad was the most festive, he should be spending it overseas instead.

But Christmas was still some days away, they’d deal with that when the day came.

By that day, when he was standing in front of her, she might not even remember who he was anymore.

He didn’t hang up, Jasmine Yale just held the phone silently.

“Why aren’t you speaking? Darling, wait for me to return.”

“Where are you?” Jasmine Yale asked.

“Miss me?”

“…”

“I’m in the US, attending the listing of a branch company.”

Jasmine Yale noticed that the background was quite noisy on his end. A business listing event was a global spectacle.

She then looked at her small rental house…

The gap between them was never filled merely by effort.

Even more effort on her part would only get her one level up.

But even the highest levels could not reach the stars.

Jasmine Yale hugged her knees, lowered her head, and stopped talking again.

“Next time there’s a company listing, I’ll bring you along,” said Sylvan Cheney.

“Hmm.” Jasmine Yale responded vaguely.

Just like when she casually promised to go watch the snow with him on Maple Mountain next year, her promises were always casual and vague.

She knew, she was just going through the motions.

Where was there a future, where was there a next time…

“What’s the matter? Not too happy? Wait for me to return.”

“I’m a bit tired, I’m hanging up first. You should go to bed early too, drink less.” She casually instructed.

This might be the last time she would remind him.

Back in the Cheney residence, whenever he drank, she would frown in displeasure, “Drinking is not good, it’s harmful to your health.”

At that time, he would just ruffle her hair and smile, “You don’t understand.”

Jasmine Yale abruptly hung up the call.

Not long after, she received a text message: Goodnight.

The distance between her and him was neither close nor far, but it was becoming more elusive.

Just like a wisp of blue smoke, it couldn’t be grasped no matter how hard one tried.

He was overseas now, he probably didn’t know about the private matter between her and Haynes Seasons.

That night, Jasmine Yale hardly slept.

The things she wanted to forget became exceptionally clear.

This torturous feeling has been tormenting her for a long time, she feared she might develop depression if it continued.

Sylvan Cheney’s voice echoed in her ears.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes domineering, sometimes irrational.

Having spent twelve years together, time alone couldn’t help her to forget him.

They had fought, created chaos, laughed, and reconciled.

Too many emotions and desires.

Jasmine Yale felt like her brain was being torn apart.

That night, she didn’t fall asleep until five in the morning.

Fortunately, it was Saturday the next day.

With the intention to distract herself, she went to a supermarket to buy groceries, planning to prepare a hot pot meal for herself.

But, she didn’t expect to run into someone familiar here.

“Cabbage, dried tofu, bamboo shoots, broccoli, baby cabbage…” Jasmine Yale was choosing vegetables with her head lowered.

“Miss Yale, what a coincidence.”

Jasmine Yale heard a familiar voice, she raised her head in a daze, and saw Tomer standing in front of her.

She smiled and greeted, “Hello, Tomer.”

Tomer looked her up and down, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

“Buying groceries?”

“Yes, cooking for myself.” Jasmine Yale nodded in acknowledgment.