Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 548: Chapter 548 All Has Ended

Jasmine Yale turned desolate as she laughed, “But I don’t care about him, I don’t care about him at all. What’s so great about him that makes me want to see him, Charles Mcintosh; you’re lying to me, I won’t go, I’m not going…”

He had drunk alcohol on the rainy day.

He questioned her, what if he couldn’t make it back?

Could that be considered a prophetic statement?

Jasmine Yale’s body felt cold, extremely cold.

Her hands were shaking, she gripped her scarf, failing to control herself.

Charles Mcintosh looked at her, gave a slight nod, “Miss Yale, you should take care of yourself. I’m heading to the airport soon.”

Having said that, he bent down to pick up the magazines scattered on the floor for Jasmine Yale.

“Miss Yale, here.” He placed the magazines and the documents into the arms of Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale had a blank stare, without any focus.

She held onto the magazines, barely reacting.

“Mr. Cheney left suddenly, he didn’t leave any message, but I believe, no matter when, he always wished you happiness.”

“Charles Mcintosh, you’re such a chatterbox, seriously, you talk too much,” Jasmine sobs, “stop talking, stop it, please stop…”

Charles Mcintosh gazed at Jasmine Yale.

He was worried about her.

“Miss Yale…”

“Just go! Go!” Jasmine yelled frantically.

Some cold liquid trickled down her cheeks.

Was it raining? But the weather was so good…

Jasmine looked up. She wasn’t crying. How could she cry?

That jerk, she truly detested him.

“Take care.”

Charles Mcintosh bade her farewell, turned around, and drove out of the district.

His black car drove away, leaving only a trail of dust.

The dust raised by the windy Landon blurred Jasmine’s vision.

She stood still in a daze, her gaze fixed at afar.

The wind blew her hair, just like a statuesque figure, standing still and silent.

Some things are like sand in the hands, the tighter one wants to grip, the more it escapes.

Jasmine closed her eyes.

Two streams of hot tears rolled down.

She and Sylvan Cheney, finally lost any ties they once had.

Everything concluded.

“Mr. Cheney, will you watch drama series with me?”

“Sylvan Cheney, I’m not in a puppy love, not at all. You’re overreacting, I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“It’s thundering, I’m scared, lend me your quilt for the night, then I won’t be scared anymore, really.”

“The snow is falling so beautifully, will you accompany me to watch it each year?”

“Phoenix trees, rains at midnight, unknown to parting time…” What does it mean?”

“I’m waiting for you, waiting for you to come home.”

…

Jasmine clutched her chest and crouched down.

It felt as if her heart was being tightly strangled, causing pain to every inch of her body.

It felt like water plants tangled around her body, making it hard for her to breathe.

Her heart pounded violently.

For a moment, she thought herself to be dead too.

Dizziness hit her, as like being torn apart by a lightning bolt.

Bright sunlight shone on Jasmine. Her petite body curled up, resembling a homeless stray cat.

The wind blew, blowing up her hair. Her shadow converged on the empty ground all alone.

A cold wind blew, it failed to blow away lingering thoughts.

Dead leaves whirled, it could never escape the desolation.

All were finally over.

“Miss, do you need any help?” A passerby came over.

Startled, Jasmine raised her head.

The sun was glaring, her face was pale.

“Miss?” The stranger tried again.

She shook her head, hugging the magazine and documents in her arms tightly: “I’m fine.”

She was fine.

She was really fine.

Having said that, she ran towards the entrance of the building all the way back to her apartment.

Her legs and hands trembled uncontrollably.