Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1362: She Misses Him So Much...

Chapter 1362: Chapter 1362: She Misses Him So Much...

Jasmine Yale padded across the carpet and ran into the bedroom to call him.

Riceball also hopped up, following her.

"Why are you calling me?"

"Nothing, just missing you." Jasmine Yale stood by the window, her face blushing.

"It’s not like we’ve known each other for just a day or two, what’s there to miss."

"Don’t you miss me? You don’t miss me?"

"..."

"Just now, I was playing with yarn with Butler Santana, I’m knitting a scarf for you. You said you threw away the last one."

"Oh."

"Later, I’ll make some desserts. Don’t you like the desserts I make? Remember the time back in Cakago, you went to buy breakfast with me every day."

"You still remember that?"

"How could I not remember, I was actually quite happy during that time." If it weren’t for his absence on his birthday back then, she might have been happier.

"Nothing else you want to tell me?"

"When are you coming back?"

"Tonight."

"Why are you being so cold, I miss you."

"Grow up."

"Of course, I’m not as accomplished as you, managing to get yourself a bleeding stomach."

"..."

"Go on with your work, you really don’t miss me at all, do you? Is it because the novelty has worn off these past couple of days, that you don’t want to see me anymore."

"Don’t overthink it, just do what you need to do, I’m hanging up."

With that, Sylvan Cheney really did hang up the phone.

Jasmine Yale, annoyed, poked her phone a few times.

Doesn’t he miss her? She missed him...

When she was abroad, she missed him too, but she often forced herself not to think about it.

"Awoo." Riceball nuzzled at her feet.

"How did you get here? Weren’t you sunbathing? Are you happy to see me?"

Riceball circled her feet.

Jasmine Yale knew that Riceball liked to express his affection this way.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you to the balcony to sunbathe, your master is really annoying." Saying so, Jasmine Yale took Riceball and walked back to the balcony.

She didn’t do anything else that afternoon, really looking like a wealthy lady, basking in the sun, chatting, and making desserts.

Despite the stormy weather outside, she hardly felt it.

But occasionally, looking at the empty Cheney Residence, she would feel sentimental.

She knew what he liked to eat, and she made several batches of pastries for him. Tomorrow morning she planned to get up early to make him breakfast.

Those things she was vaguely looking forward to, in a daze, somehow felt like they were becoming true.

In the evening, as the sun set.

Jasmine Yale stood at the doorway, pruning the flowers while waiting for him to return.

Just then, Yukon Chao called her.

It was still early in Old York time, but she knew Yukon was an early riser.

Last night, she sent him a message, essentially saying she wasn’t coming back.

"Jasmine."

"I’m here." Jasmine Yale bent her head, holding the phone.

"I got your text, in fact, this past year and more, you’ve never told me anything, but not saying doesn’t mean I don’t understand."

"Yukon..."

"Not long after I met you, I went to your place and saw a box of chocolate you abandoned. I knew then that there was someone in your heart."

"I’m sorry..."

"No, you don’t need to say those three words. From that time, I was already prepared that if I could make you forget that person, I would be the best boyfriend for you; if not, I would gladly accept it. So you don’t need to say those words, especially since we aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, we both have the freedom of choice." Yukon Chao spoke slowly, "At the bakery, I noticed you often were lost in your thoughts. From that time, I realized that I might not be able to walk into your heart."