Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 903 - Three More Words Added to the Mist

Chapter 903: Chapter 903: Three More Words Added to the Mist: Sylvan Cheney

Chapter 903 -903: Three More Words Added to the Mist: Sylvan Cheney

Qingming festival was fast approaching, and it rained on and off throughout the whole of March.

As expected during the Qingming season, a continuous drizzle began to fall.

Willow Wave City was a modestly prosperous small county town that could be reached by a two-hour bus ride.

Neither close nor far, yet the journey seemed particularly lengthy.

Jasmine Yale didn’t bother Harlow Mackenzie, and took the first bus to Willow Wave City alone early in the morning.

Dawn was just breaking, and a fine rain floated down from the sky.

The weather was a bit cold, and she wore a black trench coat, with the collar turned up.

The scenery outside the window was very blurry, and as the bus moved onto the highway, the view only grew more mundane, nothing more than wildflowers, tall trees – branches and leaves – nothing much to see.

Professor Mackenzie had expressed concern the night before, asking if she wanted Harlow Mackenzie to accompany her, since he had already returned from abroad.

She declined, saying she would be fine visiting her mother alone.

Jasmine Yale sat by the window, her gaze hazy as it fell outside the window.

The rain dampened the glass of the bus.

The bus was quiet, with most of the passengers sleeping.

She couldn’t sleep, sometimes gazing out the window, at others playing with her phone.

For some reason, as the bus progressed, her heart began to race.

Thump, thump.

Was this the apprehension one felt when approaching home?

Willow Wave City was her hometown, where she grew up since she was born, up until the age of eight.

Although the memories there were not particularly happy, when her mother was alive, she did spend eight years of her childhood in peace and happiness.

Kaine Zahir wasn’t too bad – aside from his love for drinking and cursing, he had no other serious flaws.

She thought, if only Nancy Emmett had been an average woman—

Would she still be living in Willow Wave City?

Living together with Kaine Zahir, Nancy Emmett, and Kamila Zahir as a family?

Jasmine Yale curled the corners of her lips slightly – perhaps.

After all, she was nothing more than an ordinary little girl, and if it hadn’t been for Sylvan Cheney taking her home at the age of eight, she would never have even brushed the circles of the elite.

Without the fairy tale, the ugly duckling wouldn’t turn into a swan.

After leaving Sylvan Cheney, she reverted to her original self.

Her life had shifted back to the track it was on when she was eight years old.

From then on, she would no longer have any connections with that high and mighty man.

They had been apart for nearly two months.

Due to the temperature difference, a thin mist had formed on the window glass, blurry and unclear.

Jasmine Yale collected her thoughts and let her gaze fall on the glass.

She didn’t know when, but the mist on the windowpane now bore three characters: “Sylvan Cheney.”

Jasmine Yale chuckled dryly to herself. When had it been written?

She reached out with her slender fingers and, with a bit of force, wiped it away.

Just then, Ann Nolan sent her a WeChat message, “Jasmine, it’s raining – be careful, and call me if you need anything.”

Jasmine Yale replied, “Okay!”

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It was six-thirty in the morning at that time.

Outside, a white mist still drifted.

The last time she got completely drunk with Ann Nolan, Zaiden Santos had to pick Ann up.

And then—

Zaiden Santos, that small-minded man, didn’t argue with Ann but went to complain to Grandfather Santos!

He lamentingly told Grandfather Santos that he didn’t have time to take care of Ann, which led to her going out drinking because she felt bad, and he felt guilty, asking Grandfather Santos to look after Ann.

So, when Zaiden Santos was away on business trips, Grandfather Santos would specifically send someone to counsel Ann Nolan, fearing she might be in poor spirits.

As a result, Ann no longer had the chance to go out drinking, not even getting an opportunity to meet other men.

Ann Nolan was furious.