Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1113 - Chapter 1113 Chapter 1113 The word home is too far from her

Chapter 1113: Chapter 1113 “The word ‘home’ is too far from her Chapter 1113: Chapter 1113 “The word ‘home’ is too far from her She cherished her friends in her heart, especially in a foreign land.

She was grateful to have someone with her at this time.

She had been prepared to enjoy a hotpot meal, have a few drinks, and lay home all day; she hadn’t expected Yukon Carbon to come back from Old York.

It was quite the surprise.

Yukon walked her through the streets; it was Jasmine Yale’s first visit, and she was curious about everything.

“When you miss home, you can come here,” Yukon said.

Jasmine held a little porcelain doll, her eyes devoid of much turbulence.

She had no home.

And there was no question of missing or not missing a home.

She didn’t know when she might have a home; the more she desired something, it seemed, the more elusive and unreachable it became.

The word “home” was too far from her.

She didn’t wish to lead this unstable life where no one cared even if she was running a fever.

Unfortunately … she didn’t know when she would have a home.

Simple and ordinary would have been enough, yet she couldn’t make it happen.

“Do you like this? If you like it, I’ll buy it for you,” Yukon pointed to the white porcelain chubby doll in her hands.

Jasmine Yale shook her head, quickly setting it down.

Seeing the cute doll, she always couldn’t help but look.

If she really had a baby, she would surely spoil them rotten.

“Let’s go, I’m more interested in cotton candy. I didn’t finish my hotpot, so you owe me dinner,” Jasmine Yale said with a smile.

She wanted cotton candy, so Yukon bought her cotton candy.

Next door, a milk tea shop was playing a song–

“You are the cotton candy in my heart, my sweet dream, our hands held together, let neither let go, look out yonder, far away, all the joy and hope, spread our wings, we fly freely…”

Jasmine Yale listened and was lost in thought.

Far away, fireworks went off, bursting in clusters, like flowers of spring, a riot of colors.

The night was not cold.

Jasmine Yale wrapped a scarf around herself, took a deep breath, and felt the nighttime air of Cakago.

In a foreign land, there were moments when she didn’t feel so cold inside.

Yukon walked with her from one end of the street to the other.

“Mr. Carbon, it’s another moment of your time wasted. But seeing you tonight was unexpected and a pleasant surprise.”

“You don’t need to be so formal with me; you’re always so polite with me.”

It wasn’t clear whether it was politeness or aloofness.

But Yukon did not like this feeling.

“Mr. Carbon, how long are you back this time?”

“Just the weekend.”

“Is it because you came back to persuade Aunt Camden to leave Cakago…” Jasmine Yale was a bit worried.

She wanted to prepare herself mentally; if his family moved away, what would she do.

“No, I’m not thinking about that right now, don’t worry,” Yukon discerned Jasmine Yale’s thoughts.

Jasmine Yale was instantly happy; that was a relief.

“Next week, there’s a party in the department; are you coming to see it?” Jasmine Yale asked.

“I’ll see if I have time; if I do, I’ll go. Are you performing?”

Jasmine Yale quickly shook her head, her little head bobbing like a rattle drum, “I can’t; I’m not good at anything.”

“Want me to teach you?”

“Hmm? Mr. Carbon, what can you do?” Jasmine Yale curiously looked at him.

“Guitar and drums, a bit of both.”

“Mr. Carbon, you’re amazing. I’d like to learn, but I don’t have time right now, let’s leave it for later,” she said.

She had to attend classes and work part-time; any spare time had to be spent reading.

“That’s fine,” Yukon nodded.