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But Jasmine Yale still responded with a smile, “Yes, his father is also very handso.”
“I knew it, such a handso child, both parents must have great genes.” The driver chuckled.
After saying that, he continued driving.
Jasmine stared at the photo, lost in thought.
She wasn’t sure if it was because she had drunk too much, her mind was foggy.
Or perhaps, her obsession was too intense.
She looked at the little guy, chuckling, his big eyes looked a lot like hers.
Looking at the photo of the little boy smiling, she noticed that the little guy also had two shallow dimples.
She had them too.
So, was this fate?
She thought, if she was drunk, then let her be, at least this way, she would feel happy.
The wind blew outside, the car shuttled through the bustling streets.
The trees swiftly receded, and the glaring sun shone non-stop.
Jasmine’s head spun, her heart sank.
Her head ached terribly, she frowned, tossed her phone aside, propped her head up, and closed her eyes.
She dread again—
In her dream, she was walking alone on a road, looking ahead.
Just ahead, were the backs of Sylvan Cheney’s family.
Sylvan looked as handso as always, tall and slender, and the woman was delicate, quiet, and gentle.
He and the woman were holding a boy’s hand, hand in hand, and the woman was pregnant again.
The woman, with her belly, walked slowly.
He followed her footsteps, looking at her affectionately, and when the wind blew, he took off his coat and draped it over her.
And she, was like an abandoned orphan, standing silently above them.
She could see them, but they…could not see her.
“Sylvan Cheney…”
“Sylvan Cheney…”
She called his na, she wanted to ask him, how much he must have despised her to take her child away.
And his family was so happy.
“Miss, we’ve arrived.” The taxi driver called twice.
“Huh?” Jasmine Yale woke up groggily, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
She just had…a dream about Sylvan Cheney.
“We’ve arrived.” The driver reminded her with a smile.
“Thank you.” Jasmine Yale paid the fare and got off the car.
The sun shone on her face, she stumbled forward, her steps unsteady.
Her head was still spinning, and the strong sensation of alcohol roiled in her stomach.
She leaned against the wall, squinting her eyes and looking at the road.
Just as she was walking up the stairs, suddenly, a knife ca out of nowhere— A gleaming knife, hurting her eyes!
In an instant, Jasmine Yale was wide awake!
“Ah!” She covered her head and scread.
“Shut up!” The man covered her mouth, “Give your wallet.”
Jasmine Yale nodded frantically!
Her heart was pounding furiously!
Although the place was a bit shabby, she never expected there would be a thief under broad daylight!
The gleaming fruit knife was so shiny that it hurt her eyes, the cold tal exposed!
Her hands shivered as she reached into her bag.
His eyes were shining with excitent, he let go of his hand.
“I’ll give you all the money, all of it, don’t… don’t… don’t kill , please don’t kill …” Jasmine Yale stamred, scared.
“Stop blabbering, hurry up!”
The cold knife was pressed against her neck.
“Okay, okay…”
Jasmine Yale took out her small purse, and opened it.
“Big brother, that’s all the money I have, you see…”
The man lowered his head to look, his eyes flaming with rage.
“Is this all the money? What about your card?”
“There’s a little bit in the card.”
“Go to the ATM and withdraw it!” The man forced her..
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