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At that time, his face looked particularly calm. But when he saw her cry out in pain, a faint light flickered in his eyes.
Jasmine Yale, unable to bear the pain, bent down and bit him hard on the shoulder.
Sylvan Cheney frowned and glanced at her.
“This will teach you a lesson,” she grumbled defiantly.
The pain was so intense, and he sat there as if watching a comedy.
Sylvan Cheney smiled slightly, his fingers lifting her chin, “Bite me? You are fiercer than the wolfhound we just encountered. Aren’t you?”
“I never learn my lesson. If I see a wolfhound again, I’m still going to run,” she retorted stubbornly.
“Fine. Next time, I’ll be there to identify your body,” he said apathetically with an air of cold-bloodedness.
Having said that, Sylvan Cheney straightened up and sat down beside her.
Still angry, she purposely sat at a distance.
At that moment, a cool breeze hit her face, the crowd at the bus stop was dwindling.
Jasmine Yale gently massaged her ankle; her eyes were already reddening.
The pain remained the same, yet she felt numb around her heart, oblivious to everything.
Over the years, everything reminded her of Sylvan Cheney. She knew that the best twelve years of her memory, all bore his imprint.
Her relationship with Sylvan Cheney had ended three years ago.
Just like a red thread, suddenly cut and no longer possible to reconnect.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head and gently rubbed her ankle. Her long hair falling to the sides of her shoulder.
As her jet-black, soft hair gently lifted, her pale face was slightly exposed.
“Well, well, who do we have here? From a distance, I thought it was a dog on the chair,” teased a voice.
A blue BMW pulled up near the bus stop, the window half-down.
Lana Fern sat behind the wheel, her face made up coquettishly sexy.
Hearing the familiar voice echoinear her ears, Jasmine Yale looked up.
“Lana Fern? I thought I heard a dog barking,” Jasmine Yale replied sarcastically with a smile.
Today really isn’t her day.
“Poor Jasmine Yale, all alone. Do you want me to give you a ride?”
“I don’t dare to get into a ride headed for the underworld.”
They locked eyes, icy as if they held a grudge.
Lana Fern laughed aloud, “You’ve been with Mr. Cheney for so long and he never gave you a car? You sold yourself for quite a bargain. Want me to find you some new wealthy men?”
“You are no better than me; fancying your brother-in-law must bother you” Jasmine Yale responded with a cold smirk.
“Why do I need to tell you whether I’m bothered?” Lana Fern glanced at her dismissively, “You look quite pale. Did you overwork yourself last night?
“Judging by your skimpy outfit, you just crawled out of some man’s bed, didn’t you?”
Jasmine Yale really didn’t want to exchange blows with Lana Fern.
But this woman never learns.
“Jasmine Yale, don’t try to upstage me. You’ll have your days to weep,” Lana droned on dismissively.
“Lana Fern, your sister is in the US, but you returned to Landon with Mr. Cheney. Aren’t you afraid your sister will hate you for your obvious ulterior motives?”
Jasmine Yale bluntly exposed her.
“Jasmine Yale, you don’t need to meddle in my family affairs.”
“Then stay out of my business! Beat it!” Jasmine Yale glared at her indifferently.
“What a shrew! Got used by a man without a dime to show for it? Humph!” Lana Fern stepped on the accelerator, ignoring Jasmine Yale and drove off. This time, even though Lana Fern didn’t do anything, Jasmine Yale still felt uncomfortable.