Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2175: How Could He Like Her So MuChapter
Because it was so quiet all around, her cries spread through the air, like a spark of fire carried swiftly by the spring breeze.
Jasmine Yale’s eyes were red as she wiped away her tears.
Yet, the tears still fell like broken pearls, "pat, pat" continuously landing on the back of her hand.
Her fingertips were ice-cold; she wrapped her coat tightly around her, quietly leaning against the wall, crying non-stop.
Ever since she became pregnant, she had forbidden herself from crying, but now, she couldn’t control her emotions.
Her sobs echoed in the quiet space, and in the dark corner, Jasmine Yale was alone, her eyes red.
Time seemed to have stopped.
She hid in the corner, curled up in a small bundle, her frail figure looking even more emaciated.
"Jasmine!"
Suddenly, Sylvan Cheney’s low, anxious voice came from the hallway.
He loudly called her name, pacing urgently in the hallway!
"Jasmine!"
"Jasmine!"
Jasmine Yale heard him. She raised her head in confusion, her crying stopped.
In the dark corner, she held her breath, staying silent while continuously wiping her tears with a tissue.
Her shoulders shook as she bit her lip, not responding to him.
Sylvan Cheney was searching everywhere for her, calling her name as soon as he got off the elevator: "Jasmine! Jasmine! Where are you!"
After searching one round and not finding her, he ran outside the building.
Under the moonlight, Jasmine Yale stared fixedly at his back, his tall figure elongated by the lights, casting a solitary shadow on the ground.
"Jasmine!" He loudly called her name, looking around.
But no matter how he looked, he couldn’t see her.
After a long search, Sylvan inserted his hands into his short hair, his eyes filled with a look of desperation and confusion, dim and downcast.
With one hand on the tree trunk, he stood beneath the tree, looking around.
But where was her figure? How could she have walked so fast while pregnant?
"Jasmine..." Sylvan murmured, his eyes blankly gazing into the distance.
Entanglements beyond resolution.
The cold moonlight mixed with the warm orange light shone on his face, adding a few traces of loneliness and solitude to his handsome, cold expression. His brows furrowed, his eyes a deep and endless darkness, like an ocean beneath the night sky, heavy and dark.
His fingers fumbled, clenching and unclenching...
He looked up, but he couldn’t see her figure anymore...
He liked her, liked her so much he couldn’t control himself, liked her so much that all his emotions were tied to her.
How could he like her this much...
In just these two or three months, he couldn’t control even a bit of his emotion.
Why was it like this?
He tried to escape this situation, tried to stay away from her for a few days, but as soon as he left, something called "longing" would climb over his heart like climbing ivy after a rain.
Such emotions couldn’t be cut off or swept away; the more he tried to sort them out, the more tangled they became.
Sylvan Cheney leaned dejectedly against the tree trunk, the wind blowing through his sharp short hair, brushing against his thin shirt.
He closed his eyes, a faint blue exhaustion showing beneath them.
"Jasmine..." he murmured dreamily, his solitary figure standing on the empty road.
His shadow fell on the open ground, mingling with the chaotic tree shadows, and under the vast night sky, he was alone.
In the not too distant corner, Jasmine Yale stared at him intently, momentarily forgetting to move her feet.
Tears glistened in her watery eyes, her mouth slightly open, filled with shock and confusion.
