Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 935 - Years Since We Parted Who Knows When

Chapter 935: Chapter 935: Years Since We Parted, Who Knows When We’ll Meet Again

Chapter 935 -935: Years Since We Parted, Who Knows When We’ll Meet Again

Jasmine Yale felt a stir in her chest, her throat full of sourness.

Her hand stroked Riceball’s fur, and if she could, she would take him with her.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t.

In the blend of moonlight and lamplight, she steeled her heart and stood up.

As soon as she did, Riceball bit at her shoes.

“Riceball, that’s enough, be good, go home, I’m leaving. I’ll come see you when I can, you must behave. Little Chale will come back for you…” Jasmine comforted him, “On days when Chaley doesn’t come back, you play with Ali and don’t fight.”

Jasmine steeled her heart and stood up.

Parting always brings heartache.

Jasmine pushed Riceball away, turned her head, and left silently.

Riceball was unwilling to let her go, chasing after Jasmine and sometimes running in front of her, blocking her path.

Jasmine was quite helpless.

“Riceball, stay!” she said sternly, “Go home!”

Riceball sat crouched on the ground, looking up at Jasmine with eyes that seemed to belong to a child that had done something wrong, pitifully imploring.

Jasmine’s heart ached as well.

The sourness spread through her chest.

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She looked at Riceball for a long time before turning once more and leaving.

She ran to the curb to wait for a taxi, and Riceball didn’t follow her. He just watched her from a distance, guarding her.

Jasmine stealthily saw Riceball’s figure, and tears gushed forth like a fountain at that moment.

She covered her face, not allowing the tears to flow down, the emotion of sadness slowly brewing and fermenting.

Fortunately, a taxi arrived quickly, and she got in without daring to look back at Riceball one more time.

The large figure of Riceball stayed there, quietly lying by the side of the road, with his watery eyes watching Jasmine as the car slowly drove away.

Once in the car, Jasmine couldn’t hold back any longer.

The tears streamed down “shushushu.”

She hadn’t expected that Riceball would run out of the house to see her off…

Parting for years, who knows when they will meet again.

In Jasmine’s eyes was a blank sheen, hidden in the dark night, her pupils devoid of sparkle.

The night deepened, the moonlight was hazy, and the wisps of clouds were thin and serene.

In the car, Jasmine took out the black and white inch-sized photo from her pocket.

Could this man be her biological father? Is he truly dead?

When she learned that Kaine Zahir was not her biological father, she was somewhat shocked, yet she also felt anticipation and hope.

She might still have a blood-related biological father; if he were still alive, it would mean she still had family in this world!

This was what she had longed for!

It was like a sudden rain after a long drought, and she couldn’t hide the excitement in her heart.

She even wondered what her biological father would be like.

Would he be like Kaine Zahir? Or a kind and gentle man?

Would he like her? Did he have more children later?

Jasmine’s heart was uneasy.

This truth was like a beam of light cast into her heart, illuminating her chest.

All this time, she had yearned for a family.

But Sylvan Cheney had told her that her biological father had died long ago.

Jasmine didn’t believe it; that sly man must be hiding something.

If there were no secrets, why would he go to Willow Wave City, and why would the Zahir family have disappeared for so long without reason?

Dead or alive, she had to find the truth.

She would get nothing from Sylvan.

She wouldn’t come to look for him anymore; her fate with him was exhausted, and he was clearly impatient with her.

Jasmine looked down at the photo in silence.

The night grew deeper, flowing quietly like water, and the air drifted with tranquility and peace.