Chapter 749: Chapter 749: Why Need to Have Met Before When We Meet Now
Charles Mcintosh’s car is really good, even better than the one she drives in Lonton.
When she told him she was better off, it was just a fleeting taunt.
How could she possibly be better off than him…
He was in Landon with Mr. Cheney, exercising remarkable power and influence, and had all the position, wealth, and money one could wish for.
Meanwhile, she was wandering the world, without a fixed home, how could she be better off than him…
She just didn’t want to admit it.
A veil of white mist shrouded Lilac Serval’s eyes, lingering like the vapor outside the window, intense and somber.
It just wouldn’t fade away.
His life was better than hers, but she didn’t feel any jealousy or envy.
She just hated people who were better off, yet still insulted and flaunted their superiority in front of her.
And Charles Mcintosh was just such a person.
Each time he appeared, it was as if he poured a handful of salt on her wounds.
The wounds were given by him and the salt was scattered by him too.
No need to meet after five years.
Lilac Serval drove with expressions that gradually cooled, reflecting an endless solemnity in her eyes.
The window was shrouded in fog, thick and relentless.
The car moved slowly.
The Picking Stars Tower was also in the rear-view mirror, gradually disappearing from view.
Why recognize each other when we meet.
The next day, early in the morning.
The thick fog had not yet dissipated, and a layer of frost had formed on the window.
The gloomy weather extended the winter in Landon indefinitely once again.
The bare tree tops were tardy in budding.
The arrival of spring was delayed.
The temperature was very low this morning.
When Jasmine Yale woke up, the person beside her pillow had already left.
She barely opened her eyes in the haziness, and felt that the other side of the bed was already cold.
Had he been gone for a long time?
Jasmine Yale turned off the alarm clock before she sat up in bed.
As she shook her disheveled hair, she stared blankly at the white wall.
She had been asleep for a long time.
Sleeping all afternoon, eating dinner and then continuing to sleep, as if she had made up for all the sleep she missed these past days.
She had a dreamless night and slept particularly deeply.
Sylvan Cheney held her, but she didn’t fuss about it. She slept like a little turtle, immobile.
Sometimes when she monopolized most of the bed, Sylvan didn’t bother her either and just frowned, continuing his sleep.
Jasmine Yale rubbed her sleep-filled eyes, glanced at the clock, and it was already nine in the morning.
Today was Saturday, a day off from work.
She got up from the bed, her head still muddled.
After changing out of her sleepwear and freshening up, she sluggishly went downstairs.
“Miss Yale, you’re awake? What would you like to eat? I’ll ask the kitchen to prepare it,” the servant respectfully stood by the stairs.
“A glass of milk and a sandwich is fine,” Jasmine Yale was not picky, “Where’s the young master?”
“The young master has gone to meet his piano teacher.”
“Where’s Mr. Cheney?”
“Mr. Cheney left early in the morning.”
Everyone else is busy, only she had time to spare.
Jasmine Yale sat beside the dining table, looking around the spacious villa, her eyes reflecting a touch of bewilderment.
A beautiful diamond ring adorned her left ring finger, its smooth touch invoked unexplainable feelings.
“Where is my luggage? Help me move it to the bedroom on the first floor later,” Jasmine Yale enquired.
“Miss Yale, are you planning to pack your things?”
Jasmine Yale nodded, “Yes, Mr. Cheney has safely returned. It’s time for me to leave.”
She had agreed to come here to take care of him only because he was gravely injured and needed constant care.
But now, he has returned safely.
At last, she felt relieved.
She never wished for anything bad to happen to him.