Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1322: It Turns Out, He Remembers

Chapter 1322: Chapter 1322: It Turns Out, He Remembers

As she reached this point, she couldn’t help but laugh.

"Back then, you were kinder than you are now. Even though I didn’t get full marks, you still brought me here. But you scorned the zoo and refused to go inside, so I went in with Tomer to play by myself," Jasmine Yale cast a symbolic glance out of the window, regretting that this place had turned into skyscrapers, "You just sat in the car and waited for me all afternoon."

As she spoke, Jasmine Yale suddenly stopped.

She didn’t speak, and Sylvan Cheney didn’t either.

The air fell into complete silence.

She laughed mockingly, her smile tinged with bewilderment, "I know you don’t remember. Now everything and everyone is different; there’s truly no need to bring it up again. The scenery has changed, the objects have changed, the people have changed."

She tipped her head back and took a sip of wine.

Sitting still, Sylvan knitted his brows slightly, his gaze resting on her face, and he slowly began to speak—

"The two pandas were named ’Dudu’ and ’Shao Shao.’ That time, you scored 93 in math."

His deep, sultry voice wafted through the air.

Jasmine Yale was taken aback.

In that instant, a delicate sensation flitted across her chest, like an electric current sliding over her entire body.

She looked up at him in disbelief, unable to comprehend the look in his eyes.

She had never questioned his thoughts, and of course, even if she had, he would have never told her anything.

Turns out, he remembered.

And he remembered every clear detail.

Jasmine Yale’s long eyelashes quivered nonstop, her heart shaking, caught in her throat, at a loss for words all of a sudden.

Under the dim light, she looked at him, her lips pulling into a dry smile.

It made her want to cry.

"You remember..." her lips moved.

"My memory isn’t worse than yours," Sylvan said dryly.

"Have you had dinner? I had brought you some cookies, made by myself, in my suitcase. But unfortunately, the suitcase was left at the Cheney Residence; I’ll go get it tomorrow morning. The cookies... do you want them?"

"You take them with you." Sylvan Cheney didn’t spare her feelings, "What’s so good about those things."

"If you don’t want them, forget it. The things I give you, you never fancy, so I’ll take them away," she retorted.

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t respond.

"Mr. Cheney, when are you and Miss Harry getting married? If I’m not mistaken, you’ve been in a relationship for quite some time," Jasmine Yale asked nonchalantly.

"When did it become your turn to concern yourself with my affairs?"

"I’m not; just asking casually. When I get married, you’ll have to give me a red envelope, so I was wondering, what should I give you for your wedding."

"Who would fancy what you’d give? Huh?" Sylvan’s tone carried a hint of annoyance.

Jasmine Yale laughed, tilting her head to look at him, "So, I don’t fancy the things you give, either."

That simple sentence left Sylvan Cheney without a comeback.

She was always quick-witted, and this past year, she had grown even more so.

"Mr. Cheney, it’s quite cold in Landon during the winter. Do you still have that scarf I knitted for you? It’s the same style as Little Chale’s, a parent-child set," Jasmine Yale said with a chuckle.

"No idea where I lost it."

"Oh." Jasmine’s facial expression appeared indifferent.

"Did you call me here just to talk about these things?" Sylvan Cheney asked with a calm complexion.

"I’m alone in Landon, very lonely, just wanted someone to talk to. If you’re unwilling to keep me company, you’re free to go."

Jasmine Yale maintained a casual demeanor, but her eyes lingered on the glass of red wine in his hand for a few seconds.

Then, just as calmly, she moved her gaze away.

Sylvan Cheney’s brow furrowed and he coughed lightly.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked.

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