Chapter 1098: Chapter 1098: The Last Bit of Patience Chapter 1098: Chapter 1098: The Last Bit of Patience In the quiet private room, Jasmine Yale was sowhat at a loss.
The night grew deeper and deeper.
Outside was the noisy city and the blurry lights, while inside the private room there was only her lonely figure.
The light stretched her slender shadow long, casting it onto the ground, singular and alone.
Not knowing how long she had cried, she raised her head from her arms and silently opened the cake box.
Her eyes were red, and her long eyelashes also bore glistening teardrops.
By this ti, it was already past seven in the evening.
He hadn’t co, nor had he returned her call.
There was heating in the room, but she felt a chill all over her body.
The relationship between her and him could never be purely platonic.
During this period, their interactions were unusually calm, neither ntioned the third person, not even Chale Cheney.
Careful and ticulous.
But no amount of caution could hide the things that had already happened, neither she nor he could cover up everything that had transpired.
She had always known that he was a ruthless man.
So… there was never a reason to be rciful to an enemy.
Maybe he ca to Cakago just to let her experience being trampled on once more.
She admitted, he was quite successful.
He knew very well how to manipulate soone’s psyche; of course, if he didn’t, how would he be able to stand atop Landon, commanding the wind and rain.
She had underestimated him.
Watching fireworks with her, cooking for her, picking her up from work… She then asked him out, to celebrate his birthday.
However, he was never soone to waste ti, never one to spend his energy on futile things.
Jasmine Yale opened the cake box, and the fragrance of cream hit her face.
It was almost eight o’clock, he was unlikely to co now.
This was a cake she had made herself, and it was the most beautiful cake she had made so far, flawless.
Well, she might as well eat her own cake…
Jasmine Yale cut the cake with a knife, first cutting a small piece onto a plate.
She silently ate the cake, the cream tasted good, the fruits were fresh, everything she ate was sweet.
Possibly, he would never know that she had made a cake herself, on his birthday.
Jasmine Yale ate bite by bite, the overly sweet flavor slid down her throat, suddenly, her nose soured, and tears fell onto the cake.
As she ate, she tasted bitterness.
The cake was very sweet, why did it taste bitter, had she added sothing wrong…
Right, otherwise how could the cake be bitter.
But this was made by her own hands, taking two hours… she wanted to finish it.
In the quiet private room, only Jasmine Yale was eating the cake.
Ti was silent, the figure alone.
The warm light shone on her face, there was confusion in her eyes, not much else of an expression.
As if, it was just a friend who had broken the appointnt.
It’s nothing…
She took a long ti to eat half of the entire box of cake.
The neat “Happy Birthday” hurt her eyes.
She ate bite by bite, feeling very full and yet continued to eat.
Until she could eat no more.
The table was a ss, with only a small half of the cake remaining.
It was late at night.
No matter what, she would wait until twelve o’clock, this was also her last bit of patience and support.
Jasmine Yale’s empty eyes blankly stared at the wall opposite, where a delicately decorated painting hung, but her eyes saw nothing…
The feeling from four years ago ca back to her heart once more.
Waiting, endlessly waiting.
She didn’t know why she would stumble over the sa issue twice, but she should understand, the person she was waiting for… would never be her truly beloved partner.
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