Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 880 - The Little Girl Has Thoughts
Chapter 880: Chapter 880 The Little Girl Has Thoughts
Chapter 880 -880 The Little Girl Has Thoughts
Dinner time arrived, and the rain was still falling.
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The spring water stretched on, and the grass grew lush.
Looking out the window, everything was a fresh green color, brimming with vitality.
The early spring misty rain in Landon was like a gently outlined ink wash painting, beautiful in its tranquility and detachment.
Just after five in the evening, Ann Nolan arrived at the Mackenzie residence.
Jasmine Yale was chatting with Xandra Mackenzie when Ann Nolan entered, changing into slippers.
“Sister Ann!” Xandra Mackenzie called out happily first, “It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you.”
“I’ve been a bit busy lately, sorry,” replied Ann Nolan, patting her long braid, “Have you been studying well recently, hmm?”
“I have, but the schoolwork isn’t too pressing at the moment.”
“Xandra, go help Auntie in the kitchen with the fruit,” called out the teacher’s wife as she walked over.
“Mm, okay!” Xandra Mackenzie happily headed to the kitchen again.
The teacher’s wife, still wearing an apron, came over to Ann Nolan and Jasmine Yale, shook her head, and said, “That child Xandra, her grades have been slipping tremendously. I wonder what’s been on her mind lately. Her college entrance exams are next year, and she only ranked tenth in the class in the recent monthly test, when she used to consistently be in the top three.”
Ann Nolan frowned, “Is it because the pressure is too high?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I see her daydreaming in the study,” the teacher’s wife shook her head. “Young girls have their concerns, but they don’t talk to their parents about them. Please keep an eye on her for me.”
“I’ll have a chat with Xandra whenever I can,” said Ann Nolan.
Jasmine Yale didn’t say anything. She didn’t know why, but she suddenly thought of Harlow Mackenzie.
Was she overthinking?
This feeling, she was all too familiar with it.
Could it be because of this that Harlow Mackenzie said he had a girlfriend abroad?
“Come on, let’s eat. It’s rare we have so many people today, so I told the kitchen to prepare more dishes,” the teacher’s wife said kindly.
Jasmine Yale and Ann Nolan walked side by side towards the dining table.
Jasmine Yale found a long-lost sense of home at the Mackenzie Family’s house…
She liked this feeling—a family together in its entirety.
“Jasmine, are you confident about the upcoming study-abroad exams?” Ann Nolan casually chatted with Jasmine Yale.
“Professor Mackenzie says I’ve made significant progress, and I’m working hard. I hope I can go abroad,” Jasmine Yale said. “What about you, Ann? What will you do?”
“I’m fine. Lately, I’ve been doing some translation work for someone. Life’s manageable.”
“Is he still troubling you?”
“No, he’s been quite busy recently, spending half the month on business trips and coming home late at night.”
“What does Grandfather Santos say?”
“Grandpa is getting old, and I don’t want to worry him with these matters. If he found out, he’d break Zaiden Santos’s legs. Of course, Zaiden Santos would probably strangle me too,” Ann Nolan said, laughing it off as if it were nothing.
“So, what are your plans? Continue enduring with Zaiden Santos, or find a way out?”
Ann Nolan shook her head helplessly, “I plan to look for a job first.”
Jasmine Yale had never seen such helplessness and despair on Ann Nolan’s face, and on this matter, she could not offer Ann Nolan any assistance.
“Let’s eat. Jasmine, once you go abroad, you’ll have to learn to take care of yourself. I’ll take you home later tonight,” said Ann Nolan, changing the subject.
“Ann…” Jasmine Yale looked at her with concern.
Soon after, Professor Mackenzie arrived.
Professor Mackenzie was particularly talkative and, with his profound knowledge, he could really hold a conversation at the dinner table.
The three girls were often amused by his wit and humor, bursting into laughter.
While talking, the teacher’s wife brought up Harlow Mackenzie again.
“My son, always busy with something or other abroad. If I don’t call him, he never reaches out to me,” she said.
