Chapter 483: Are You Deeply Entangled With Him?
“Flower Ripple Coffee Shop.
Jasmine Yale t Haynes Seasons for the first ti.
This man was more steady than she had imagined, young and handso, without an iota of his excellence hidden.
He wore a grey long coat. When she entered, he was just standing by the door, waiting for her, a half-smoked cigarette in his fingers.
Upon seeing her, he gave a faint smile.
“Miss Yale, you’re prettier than you look in pictures.” He extinguished the cigarette.
Jasmine laughed: “Mr. Seasons, you look much younger than I thought.”
“Oh? You thought I’d be middle-aged?”
“Mmm…sothing like that.”
Haynes laughed softly, gentlemanly holding open the door of the coffee shop for Jasmine.
Choosing a seat by the window, Jasmine unwrapped her scarf.
She gave another careful look at Haynes, this man was really good-looking.
“Miss Yale, what would you like to drink?” Haynes asked.
“Just a cappuccino.”
“Hmm.”
Haynes ordered two cups of coffee, along with so desserts.
“Mr. Seasons, why didn’t you pursue your career back ho?” Jasmine asked curiously.
“I’m waiting until I’ve accumulated a certain amount of capital abroad,” Haynes replied indifferently. “Besides, Muse has always had her treatnt overseas.”
“Is Miss Sutton better now?”
“Much better. I hope she can recover soon. It’s probably my only wish now.”
There was an endless bleakness in Haynes’ eyes, his gaze growing dim.
“Mr. Seasons, don’t worry, Miss Sutton will definitely get better.”
“Thank you,” Haynes nodded slightly. “For my own mistakes, I’m willing to accept punishnt.”
Jasmine didn’t know what to say.
She had heard snippets about what happened between Haynes and Muse.
Now, looking into Haynes’ eyes, she saw a constant hue of regret.
“Miss Yale, forget , let’s talk about you. What are your thoughts?” Haynes asked her.
He noticed that Jasmine was young, she should not have gone through much in life.
“As I have ntioned to you previously on WeChat, I’m still sticking to that thought.”
Jasmine’s eyes showed hints of helplessness, sorrow, and confusion.
The coffee was served. She bent down her head, silently stirring the spoon.
“Miss Yale, I might not be from Landon, but I have heard a little about Mr. Cheney. You and he… Is there a deep connection?” Haynes asked.
He saw in Jasmine an ordinary girl leading a peaceful life.
She didn’t seem like soone romantically entangled with a man like Sylvan Cheney.
The coffee shop was filled with a rich aroma, creating a calm atmosphere.
Jasmine chuckled, “I was brought back to the Cheney family by him when I was eight years old. Guess you could say that we’ve had so interactions.”
“I see,” Haynes replied, “Do you love him?”
Jasmine didn’t expect Haynes to be so straightforward.
Her face still bore a smile: “Used to.”
“Miss Yale, I don’t know what happened between you and him, but you must understand this: once a mory is hypnotized, it is permanently forgotten,” Haynes’s voice fell a notch colder.
Jasmine expressed her desire to erase all mories related to Sylvan Cheney.
Completely erased.
“You told already,” Jasmine lowered her head.
Haynes had told her all this before, more than once in fact.
He had also told her that he destroyed everything between him and Muse in the sa manner.
He hypnotized all of Muse’s mories of him.
The current Muse, had absolutely no mory of who Haynes was.
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