Capítulo 1748: Chapter 1748: The Wedding Dress of Dreams
After Jasmine Yale returned to the Cheney Residence, the thing she did most every day was to be in a daze.
The weather gradually ward up, and the balcony beca hotter and hotter.
She no longer loved reading. She once thought about working harder, being more motivated.
But now it seed that working hard and being motivated was rely to beco a better self, to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, and now, there would no longer be such an opportunity.
The books were thrown in the corner, and she didn’t even touch them.
The tablet that used to be turned on every day was now covered in dust.
She only loved to be in a daze, watching the peach blossoms outside the window bloom and wither, falling into mud, blending with the dust.
In the study’s safe, there were things he had given her, but she didn’t want to look.
He was no longer here, so what’s the point of having more things?
Even the wedding dress she had always dread of wearing, she no longer had the chance to wear…
The days passed like flowing water.
A month after Qingming Festival.
“Miss Yale, Mr. Mcintosh is here.” Butler Santana ran upstairs, knowing Jasmine Yale was in the bedroom.
During this ti, Jasmine Yale had not stepped out of the Cheney Residence, not even for a single day, and often she didn’t utter a word.
Her whole person had beco thin, her face showing no rosy color.
Aside from the symbolic smile when eting guests, she never smiled.
Butler Santana felt distressed yet helpless.
Jasmine Yale lifted her head from under the lamp and stood up in a daze: “Where is he?”
“Downstairs, in the living room.”
Jasmine Yale ran down wearing slippers, holding the railing, stumbling.
Charles Mcintosh saw her coming down and hurried over to support her: “Miss Yale, slow down.”
Jasmine Yale hadn’t even had ti to change clothes, still wearing a loose light blue pajama, her hair tied with a cobalt blue headband, her face pale, her eyes weary.
“Mr. Mcintosh…” Jasmine Yale raised her head, and within her weary eyes, there was a faint glimr of light, fleeting but real, “Is there any news?”
Charles Mcintosh shook his head: “Not yet.”
In that instant, Jasmine Yale was disappointed; the hand holding Charles Mcintosh fell, hanging by her sides.
She silently lowered her head, sitting on the sofa.
Charles Mcintosh sat opposite her.
“It’s been a month…” Jasmine Yale pursed her lips, her long eyelashes drooping.
“Miss Yale, there will be news for sure, it’s just a matter of ti…” Charles Mcintosh was not good with words, not adept at comforting people, feeling slightly awkward, afraid of saying the wrong thing.
A hint of confusion flashed in Jasmine Yale’s eyes.
She could barely endure any longer…
Or rather, she couldn’t endure any longer.
This past month, every day felt like being in the depths of winter; every ti she woke up, the bed was cold, and beside her pillow, there was no familiar scent of Sylvan Cheney.
She probably… couldn’t wait any longer.
“Miss Yale, I ca today to ask if you plan on going to Cakago anyti soon.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“But Miss Yale, your studies in Cakago have already been delayed for half a sester. Did you know? Although Mr. Cheney never wanted you to study abroad, he was happy when you were admitted to the University of Cakago with high scores and spoke as a freshman representative at the opening ceremony. He would check your grades every year at the end of the term, and every ti he saw you place first, there was joy at the corner of his eyes.” Charles Mcintosh said, “Mr. Cheney doesn’t express much, but I’ve worked for him for so many years, I can see it all.”
Tears welled up in Jasmine Yale’s eyes again.
Her heart ached terribly.
“So, Miss Yale, go back and finish your studies, it will bring Mr. Cheney comfort.”
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