Chapter 875: Chapter 875 What is called dating Chapter 875: Chapter 875 What is called dating Jasmine Yale scratched several bloody marks across Sylvan Cheney’s neck with her hand!
Her blow was very heavy, nearly rciless.
Sylvan Cheney winced in pain and let go of her.
But his broad hand tightly pressed down on her shoulders without loosening!
He looked at her, and she looked back at him.
The air was perated with a bloody scent and a cold breath, as the temperature plumted.
Jasmine Yale felt that her relationship with Sylvan Cheney might only ever be like this.
He would not accommodate her, much less compromise with her. He would only take harsh asures and use thods she detested.
Afterwards, as if nothing had happened, he would co to coax her with a few words.
Now, with Little Chale gone, she felt even more disheartened.
“Jasmine Yale, I won’t let you go to UT, that’s my bottom line,” Sylvan Cheney said coldly.
“I said, just try,” Jasmine Yale didn’t bother to argue further, “The first written test is in three months, at Jingcheng University, right under your nose. If you want to stop , go ahead.”
“Jasmine Yale!”
“I know my na is Jasmine Yale,” she said indifferently as she shook off his hand, her expression displeased.
This ti, Sylvan Cheney did not stop her and let her walk towards the door.
A sense of powerlessness perated his being, leaving Sylvan Cheney clueless about any other way to stop her.
“If I hadn’t sent Chale to Lonton, would you still leave?” Sylvan Cheney called out from behind her.
Jasmine Yale stopped in her tracks, her back to him.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She did not answer Sylvan Cheney and left.
Sylvan Cheney clenched his fists, his sharp and distant gaze falling on her resolute back.
He knew, at that mont, he had lost her.
…
Jasmine Yale dragged her weary body to her bedroom.
Her belongings were still there, and on the table were snacks left by Chale Cheney.
A few days ago, they were still sitting on the bed eating snacks and watching TV together, Little Chale feeding her chips while she told the little guy stories.
But upon waking, the little guy was already gone, disappeared.
In a daze, she seed to still hear the little guy calling her “Jasy”!
But in the blink of an eye, there was no trace of the little guy, nothing at all.
The bed was empty, the bedroom was empty.
Jasmine Yale once again pulled her suitcase out from under the bed.
With things having reached this point, she knew Sylvan Cheney would no longer stop her.
Their fate together, henceforth, was at an end.
Possibly this departure was forever.
She was going to UT, starting in the autumn, for a three-year term.
Jasmine Yale closed her bedroom door and crouched alone on the floor, silently packing her belongings.
Clothes, shoes, books, ornants…
She packed them one by one into her suitcase.
Yolanda Fern had already died, leaving Sylvan Cheney. She no longer had any enemies.
From now on, she could live a peaceful, tranquil life.
Yet, recalling so things, a hard-to-conceal emotion flickered in Jasmine Yale’s eyes.
She crouched down, silently packing her things.
The sunshine was particularly good today, though the wind was strong, it was warm and pleasant.
The light shone through the window onto the wooden floor, making the ground twinkle with a bright luster.
In the past, she and Sylvan Cheney could not be together; in the future, it was even less possible.
She rembered what Xara had once told her in the office, Xara said, falling in love is a very sweet thing, like eating honey, sweetly delicious.
She had never experienced what it was like to be in love, but she knew honey was delicious.
Sotis, she also profoundly longed for and anticipated love.
Yet when she turned her head, she realized her own love was pale as paper.
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