Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 530:
Chapter 530: Chapter 530: I Don’t Want to See You, I Don’t Want To……
I didn’t use to like studying that much, but now that I’m older, I’ve calmed down a lot.
Looking back, I regret it.
When I was young, I was bold and carefree, I wonder where I got the guts to pursue a man like Sylvan Cheney.
He is a man that she should only look up to like a star, like the moon in the sky.
How can a humble little grass stand shoulder to shoulder with the stars…
The rain outside the window is pouring, the sky is overcast.
“Lofty ideals…”
Jasmine Yale is sitting at the table, reciting phrases and sketching.
The pen tip slides across the snowy white paper, leaving a stroke of black traces.
Outside, the sound of rain is noisy, but the room is unusually peaceful.
The desk lamp lights up the table, warm and soft.
During this period since returning to the country, she has been very dedicated to her work, but she always feels… she could do better.
She thought, she is still young, and she has plenty of time to become excellent.
She was writing and before she realized it, it was already evening.
It’s dark outside.
Jasmine Yale closes her book and gets up to go to the kitchen to cook noodles.
She chopped some green onions and boiled some water.
At this point, her phone suddenly rang.
Jasmine Yale quickly wiped the water droplets from her hands and rushed to answer it.
It was Sylvan Cheney.
“At home?”
“Mhm.” Jasmine Yale responded vaguely.
“I’m on the way, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Jasmine Yale was surprised: “Why didn’t you tell me in advance? It’s raining so heavily outside. Don’t come over, I won’t open the door.”
Panic flashed in her eyes.
“What’s wrong? You don’t welcome me?”
“Whatever you have to say, say it on the phone. I’m listening.”
“Have you figured out what you feel about me these days?” Sylvan Cheney asked.
Jasmine was stunned for a moment.
These days, she hadn’t thought about this question.
Or rather, she hadn’t thought about him at all.
“Hmm?” Sylvan Cheney pressed on.
“I feel nothing, like I said, I don’t like you anymore.” Jasmine’s voice was soft, with a hint of timidity.
She wouldn’t… throw herself at him like she used to.
She panics when she faces a man she cannot see through.
Years later, she was afraid of him.
There was a pause from the other end of the phone: “Wait for me in ten minutes.”
“Don’t come over, I won’t open the door.” Jasmine shouted.
On the other side, the phone had already been hung up.
Jasmine is in a panic.
She does not know what he is going to do.
She locks the door and locks herself in her bedroom.
Outside, the rain is pouring.
There is a thin layer of frost on the window.
Jasmine sits on the bed, hugging her knees, confused and panicked.
Although there is enough heating in the room, she is still shivering, her eyes filled with unspeakable unease.
Ten minutes…
Jasmine Yale closes her eyes.
Time ticks away bit by bit.
Suddenly, she seems to hear the sound of an engine!
Her eyes shot open, and the phone rang again!
“Jasy, I’m downstairs, open the door.”
The voice of Sylvan Cheney on the driver’s seat is soft and plain, carrying an indistinguishable meaning.
His fingers are holding a half-smoked cigarette.
He looks up at the window outside, the light shines brightly in the room where she resides.
Outside, the cold wind is raging, and the torrential rain is pouring down.
The rain pours down the car glass, blurring the lights ahead, and the road in front of him.
“Sylvan Cheney, could you not come? I don’t want to see you. I don’t want…” Jasmine is pleading with him.
She has been avoiding him.
During this time, he hasn’t come to find her, but she has been living in constant fear.
She fears that he might get upset and come to trouble her again.
It’s better to completely forget each other.
Sylvan Cheney frowned, “I’ll be going to the US tomorrow, won’t you even see me tonight?”
