Chapter 547: How Could He Die
“Mr. McIntosh, are you joking with me?” she slightly arched the corners of her lips.
Her lips turned as pale as paper.
She detested Sylvan Cheney, she was sick of Sylvan Cheney, she found him hateful, terrifying, and scary, yet she had never wished for his death.
Even those times when she blurted out “Sylvan Cheney, why don’t you go die”, it was only because she was pushed to the extreme end.
She didn’t want him to die.
Even if he had impure motives toward her, used her, forced her, she had never wished for him to die.
Just like in the forest, at the critical moment, she stepped in to take that deadly hit for him—just so he could live.
She could die, but he couldn’t.
He had responsibilities; he had little Chaley. How could he die?
He should live a long and healthy life.
“Mr. McIntosh, are you lying to me? Haha, I don’t believe it.”
Jasmine Yale looked at Charles McIntosh, her eyelashes trembled non-stop.
The cold wind roared, blowing her scarf and hair strands around her forehead.
Charles McIntosh looked at her and shook his head: “I don’t lie.”
“Why don’t you lie? Why should I believe you don’t lie? You are lying, such a big lie, how can I believe it, I am not a three-year-old kid.”
Jasmine Yale staggered two steps back.
She wished to get more clues from Charles McIntosh’s facial expression.
However, there wasn’t any.
His indifferent face was as frigid as an iceberg, his eyes were still calm and composed, without wavering.
Just like always, it drove her crazy.
For the first time, Jasmine Yale detested seeing Charles McIntosh.
Her bright eyes suddenly dimmed, a layer of foggy glistening mist covered them, mixing with confusion and unknown feelings.
As if the world was collapsing, and the foggy mist dispersed.
There was a hollow sensation in her heart, she can’t describe how it felt.
Her throat was choked up, filled with a sour feel.
“Miss Yale, I also cannot accept it, but this is the truth.” Charles McIntosh’s voice remained calm.
Jasmine Yale really hated the person in front of her now, his indifferent attitude seemed like he was discussing a trivial matter.
“Miss Yale, I came to inform you as soon as I received the call. I have a flight to Lonton later, would you like to accompany me?” Charles tried to ask.
He thought that no matter the grievances between Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney, Sylvan Cheney raised her for twelve years.
Such affection, no matter how much she buried it or hid it, couldn’t erase the fact.
Jasmine Yale suddenly laughed, her smile was tragic.
It was like a blooming poppy flower…
“Why should I go? Are you deceiving me to go to Lonton? I won’t go, isn’t he marrying Miss Yolanda? Is he tricking me into attending his wedding…”
Just like she was tricked from Sinkapore to Landon.
Once tricked, she couldn’t escape anymore.
That man, so annoying, he never told her the truth.
“I won’t go, I won’t go, I won’t go…” Jasmine murmured.
Her contracted pupils lacked focus, appeared vacant, and looked dazed.
She seemed to be looking at Charles McIntosh, seeing through him to a far distance.
Charles McIntosh sighed helplessly: “Miss Yale, this time, Mr. Cheney has truly left you, it is impossible for you to see him again. He won’t come to see you anymore, please take care of yourself.”
“Charles McIntosh, do you find lying to be fun? You and Sylvan Cheney both are liars, I will never believe you two, I won’t believe it!”
She won’t believe it.
“Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney doesn’t have any family, you might be the one he cared about the most. Don’t you want to see him one last time?” Charles McIntosh was still seeking her opinion.