Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 918 - A Handsome Young Man

Chapter 918: Chapter 918 A Handsome Young Man

Chapter 918 -918 A Handsome Young Man

“I don’t want to see you sad and troubled, subject to idle gossip,” Joe Heath said.

“I’ve had no relationship with him for a long time…” Jasmine Yale said faintly.

In the past, it never ended because Sylvan Cheney unilaterally refused to let her end it. Once he let go, she had no reason to cling to him.

“I don’t know if the news is true since I didn’t verify it, but the woman comes from a wealthy background, her status is not inferior to that of my older brother. The key point is that her father has significant backing, with mysterious and substantial financial channels and connections, understand? There is political protection, so in the future no sinister forces would dare to trouble my brother.” Joe Heath calmly informed her of this fact.

“Don’t tell me anymore, I don’t want to hear it,” Jasmine Yale said, her expression blank.

The tear streaks on her face had dried, and she wiped her eyes, resting her hand on her forehead.

Just a mention of Chale Cheney was enough to stir all her emotions—when could she truly let go?

It had been more than two months…

Would half a year be enough?

“Let’s not talk about it anymore, sorry for upsetting you,” Joe Heath said.

“It’s alright,” Jasmine Yale responded lightly, her tone listless.

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The car drove smoothly forward, and she sat calmly inside it.

“I’ll help you find Kaine Zahir. Wait for my news,” he offered.

“Thank you.”

“Here we go again, what ‘thank you’ is there to say to me?” Joe Heath was rather dissatisfied, but he was powerless against Jasmine Yale.

She just liked to be so distant with him.

After chatting for a while, Jasmine Yale felt exhausted. She hung up the phone and put away her mobile.

Her vacant eyes were filled with a light mist, just like the rainy mist outside the window, not dispersing, not dissolving.

The closer she got to Landon, the heavier the rain became.

In Willow Wave City, it was a light drizzle, but now halfway there, it had turned into a pouring rain.

Raindrops pelted the windows with a “pitter-patter” sound.

The rain formed into streaks, rapidly streaming down.

A cold Qingming breeze, all things Traceless.

Jasmine Yale lowered her head and took out her mother’s notebook from her backpack.

When she opened the thick cover, she saw her mother’s name written on the first page: Yana Yale.

Her mother’s handwriting was beautiful, the script reflected the person, peaceful and elegant.

She turned the pages one by one.

What was written inside was not much, some record of feelings, such as “Jasmine lost a tooth, the little girl is getting prettier and prettier.”

“It’s raining today, I don’t feel well, the only thing I want to do is think of you. You said you would plant a garden full of roses for me…”

There were also some poems she wrote like, “Love thoughts spread overnight like blooming plum blossoms, come to the window and I wonder if it’s you.”

The lines were imbued with a quiet sorrow, spreading like lilacs…

Jasmine Yale read with a pang in her heart, unable to bear to read on.

Just as she was about to close the notebook, suddenly—a small black and white inch-size photo fell out from between the pages.

Jasmine Yale quickly picked it up.

The black and white photo showed a handsome young man with distinct features, deep eyes and brows, and the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.

This man, she had never seen before.

Nor was he Kaine Zahir.

The vague incidents hidden in her heart began to clear up.

Jasmine Yale’s eyes held undissolvable emotions that slowly condensed.

She placed the photo back in the notebook, closed it again, and returned the notebook to her backpack.

The myriad threads in her mind slowly began to connect, as if a rope in the dark was stringing them tightly together.

The panic and fear inside her heart also grew bit by bit…

Outside, the rain drummed against the window, and also hammered in her heart.

In this world, there are two kinds of fate: one is chance, the other is ordeal.