Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 491 - : Forget His Name

Chapter 491: Chapter 491: Forget His Name

Men are truly puzzling creatures.

Men often claim they can’t decipher women, but could women possibly comprehend men?

Jasmine Yale doesn’t quite understand, Zaiden Santos is already married, why would he be with another woman?

Joe Heath says, men clearly distinguish between “love” and “sex”.

Is Zaiden Santos the same?

Jasmine Yale suddenly feels like a naive flower in the realm of love.

She has never been in love, she really doesn’t understand how men think.

Just that she feels Zaiden Santos has crossed the line.

Ann Nolan is such a beautiful and gentle girl, what does she lack compared to this little woman?

Not far away, the Bentley starts up and drives off into the distance.

Jasmine Yale is seething.

But in this situation, even if she saw what happened, she wouldn’t dare tell Ann Nolan.

Firstly, she’s not that close with Ann Nolan, and secondly, it’s a family matter, so she shouldn’t meddle.

Jasmine Yale swears at Zaiden Santos a couple of times, and then carries her shopping bags home.

These days, just isn’t any reliable man.

She doesn’t understand. Zaiden Santos has a beautiful wife, what else could he be unsatisfied with that he has to cheat?

Upon reaching home, Jasmine Yale starts making the hotpot.

Eating hotpot alone is too boring, so she calls up Haynes Seasons.

“Mr. Seasons, are you free? I’d like to treat you to hotpot? After eating, we can have a good chat?”

“I have a few things on hand, so I’m afraid I cannot join.”

“Oh…” Jasmine Yale’s slightly disappointed, “then when will you be free?”

“Hmm? You’ve thought it through?”

“Hmm. I was planning to ask for your favor after we had hotpot. But if you’re busy, I’ll wait for you.”

“Alright, this evening? I should be able to make it before seven in the evening.”

“Tonight?”

“Yes, tonight. Are you sure you’ve thought it through?”

Mr. Seasons asks her so firmly that a coldness sweeps over Jasmine Yale’s heart.

She holds onto her phone tightly, her lips trembling slightly.

“I’ll send you the address.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up the call, Jasmine Yale sits on the sofa, gazing blankly at the wall.

In the kitchen, the simmering hotpot sizzles.

Jasmine Yale comes back to her senses and continues making the hotpot.

Her face is pale with no trace of colour and her lips are white as paper.

After today, she can finally say goodbye to the past completely.

Landon will still be Landon, but Jasmine Yale will no longer be that Jasmine Yale.

From henceforth, she needs to forget the man called Sylvan Cheney, forget his name, and forget everything related to him.

Fifteen years of memories about him will burn to ashes.

Not a single blade of grass will grow.

Jasmine Yale picks up a bowl and blankly sits by the dining table to eat lunch, her gaze empty.

Tears, fall without warning.

They drop onto the back of her hand.

Suddenly, she recalls some fragmented memories, remembers the times they had hotpot in the Cheney Residence.

He hated eating outside, so most of the time, he’d eat at home.

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On one weekend, she craved for hotpot and went to cajole Aunt Hurst in the kitchen.

“Aunt Hurst, can we have hotpot tonight? I can help you prepare it.”

Aunt Hurst laughed, “Miss Smallie, Mr. Cheney doesn’t enjoy hotpot that much. He thinks it’s too pungent. How about next time I take you out to eat?”

Her face fell instantly, “Are we really not eating hotpot?”

“Why not call Mr. Cheney to ask?”

“No, forget it.” She didn’t dare to call him. She was afraid he’d get upset.

If he doesn’t like it, she would follow suit and not eat too.