Chapter 560: Feelings Arise, Chaos Ensues
She was only sixteen at that time, carefree and naive.
She wouldn’t be bothered by a petty man like that.
“My foot hurts.” She complained bitterly, tapping on the window.
Sylvan Cheney slowly rolled down the rear window, turned his head, his handsome brows furrowed together, his deep gaze fell on her face.
As their eyes met, Jasmine Yale pursed her lips.
“My foot hurts.” She hinted at him.
“And what,” Sylvan Cheney replied indifferently.
His gaze was icy, his voice hoarse and bland, revealing no emotion at all.
“I, I…” Jasmine Yale stuttered, unable to let go of her pride.
They had had an argument just moments ago, and now she was the one making the peace. But he was still putting on airs.
Seeing she didn’t respond, Sylvan Cheney glanced at her.
Then, he reached out and began to close the car window.
“Hey!!” Jasmine Yale exclaimed in desperation.
Just as the window was about to completely close, she banged on it twice.
“Are you even a man? Why are you so petty, so petty? It’s so annoying! My foot hurts, just let me in the car…” Jasmine was close to tears as she spoke.
Whenever she had a dispute with Sylvan Cheney, she was always the loser.
The wind blew through her long, dark hair, filling the air with the fragrance of roses.
The car window remained still.
Jasmine Yale thought that he was still ignoring her. He was surely capable of it.
Just when she was about to give up, the car door opened.
The tall, solitary man strolled lazily towards her, his steps steady and unfazed.
Jasmine Yale tucked a stray hair strand behind her ear, staring at him intently.
In the next second, he lifted her up, carrying her into the car.
Once close to him, she could smell his pleasant Agarwood Fragrance.
At the age of sixteen, her affection towards him was already unwavering.
Her eyes were filled with anticipation and uneasiness. When she looked at him, her watery eyes were like a boundless, rippling sea.
As her affection emerged, it felt like a war had broken out.
Chaos ensued over the years.
Her heart was in shambles.
“Jasy, Jasy, can we buy this?” Chale Cheney grabbed Jasmine Yale’s hand, calling her repeatedly.
“Hm?” Jasmine Yale snapped back to reality.
In her field of vision, there were no longer any brightly colored roses.
This land had been recently developed, everywhere stood unfamiliar high-rise buildings. The beautiful scene from back then was gone.
There were no roses, no creeping vines.
That man… had disappeared forever as well.
Chale Cheney pointed to the Transformers toy displayed in the glass case.
“Okay.”] Jasmine Yale agreed.
A layer of haziness was added to her gaze.
It turned out that so many years had already passed.
Every time she looked down at Chale Cheney’s face, which strongly resembled Sylvan’s, she couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed.
Even though Sylvan was overbearing and domineering, she had never expected him to die…
While Joe Heath was playing toys with Chale Cheney, Jasmine Yale was leaning against the wall, scrolling through social media on her phone.
She hadn’t used this account in a while.
She logged in and sent a status update—
Little Orange: Things remain as is, only the people are gone.
These few words were the only ones that could summarize her current feelings.
Things remain as is, only the people are gone.
Upon opening “SJC”‘s page, she suddenly noticed, he had changed his username at some point.
Jasmine Yale felt a touch of bitterness, a mix of laughter and tears.
No matter what he changed it to, he would never return.
Her gaze fell on her phone, her eyes glazed over with confusion and haziness, like the mist after rain, unrelenting and unyielding.
Bright and colorful, spreading wildly.
Those fragments of broken traces dispersed from the depths of her eyes, spreading like ink soaking into water.