Chapter 549: Chapter 549 Why are you ignoring …
The keys dropped ti and ti again, not until the fifth ti did she manage to shakily unlock the door.
With a “bang”, she forcefully closed the front door.
Leaning against the wall, Jasmine Yale stared blankly at everything within her ho.
God, she just couldn’t comprehend for a long ti.
Charles Mcintosh said, Sylvan Cheney is dead.
He said he’s dead.
Jasmine Yale pinched her palm, exerting a lot of force.
It hurts, it hurts a lot.
This is not a dream, she’s not having a dream, Charles Mcintosh was here, he told her, Sylvan Cheney is dead.
This is not a dream.
Jasmine Yale clutched her chest, her head aching to the point of bursting.
The man who had been with her for twelve years… was dead, left forever.
From this day on, there will be no Sylvan Cheney, there will be no Mr. Cheney.
Jasmine Yale stumbled into the bedroom, her footsteps unsteady, her entire body succumbing to a stifling chill, it ca in waves.
The bedroom still seed to hold his scent, the understated and subdued fragrance of agarwood, a scent she knew all too well.
But, Charles Mcintosh suddenly just told her… Sylvan Cheney is dead.
“How can this be…” muttered Jasmine Yale.
Her eyes were void of life.
Jasmine Yale was like a rag doll, sitting softly on the bed, sitting quietly.
Empty and soulless.
As though her soul had been drained away.
Jasmine Yale sat on the bed for an entire day.
She sat from morning to noon, again from noon until night.
The sun shifted from the east to the middle, then slowly to the west until it set.
Only a few days ago he had still been alive and well, full of life and vigor, how could he have suddenly died…
“Sylvan Cheney, Sylvan Cheney…”
She called his na, her voice gradually dropping.
“Why won’t you respond to …”
“Don’t you like picking on ? Get up, let’s fight…”
“If you win, I’ll do whatever you say…”
“Are you coming, or not…”
Jasmine Yale reached out, Sylvan Cheney’s face suddenly appeared before her.
Young, handso, unmatched.
She reached out just like that.
But as she touched his face, she fiercely grabbed only to clutch at thin air.
“Why won’t you speak, Sylvan Cheney, Sylvan Cheney… why won’t you answer … how should I call you so you’ll answer …”
Her voice trembled with urgency and softness.
Only she could hear it.
“Didn’t you say I’m noisy? I’m so noisy now, why won’t you scold … Sylvan Cheney, Sylvan Cheney… answer …”
“I really hate you! I hate how you never consider my feelings, how you never tell anything, how you treat like an outsider, how you manipulate , force , abandon , and so much more…”
“Really, you have too many flaws, tell , how did I end up liking you back then?”
“Sylvan Cheney, you’re a jerk, I don’t even want to see you in the afterlife…”
“I don’t want to see you…”
Jasmine Yale seed to suddenly rember sothing, she took out her phone and dialed Sylvan Cheney’s number.
That familiar number, he never changed it for so many years.
Switched off.
Switched off.
Still switched off.
Jasmine Yale stubbornly called three tis, but each ti it was switched off.
“Sylvan Cheney, if you’re ignoring , I’ll ignore you, too, I’ll never bother with you again…” Jasmine Yale rambled.
“Didn’t you say you’d give whatever I want? Liar…”
“You only know how to deceive …”
With a “thud”, her phone slid out from her palm.
Jasmine Yale passed out on the bed.
…
When Joe Heath kicked open Jasmine Yale’s bedroom door, it was already night.
He felt Jasmine Yale’s forehead, it was burning!
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