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Chapter 457: 457: She Doesn't Want These Memories Anymore...
Chapter 457: 457: She Doesn't Want These Memories Anymore...
Chapter 457: Chapter 457: She Doesn’t Want These Memories Anymore…
In the sickroom, Jasmine Yale was unable to sleep. After freshening up, she stood by her bed, watching the snowflakes.
It was a heavy snowfall, everything was shrouded in pure white.
Jasmine stared intently.
From childhood to adulthood, she had always loved snow.
As a child, she would make snowmen and play with snowballs. Once she started middle school, she became much more reserved.
At that time, because Sylvan Cheney said he liked quiet, elegant girls, she tried to suppress her nature, making every effort to become the girl he preferred.
In those years, she had become significantly more restrained, speaking much less.
By the time she believed she had finally transformed into the girl he liked and went to confess her feelings to him, he rejected her.
He rejected her, simply because she wasn’t her.
Just like that.
After being rejected, she reverted back to the old Jasmine Yale.
She became talkative, stubborn, and clear about whom she loves and hates.
The snow outside the window fell in clusters, scattered by the wind like catkins.
Every scene in Landon could trigger her memories of the past.
This place held all her memories from the past fifteen years.
But she didn’t want these memories anymore…
She could no longer find any taste of sweetness in them.
When Sylvan Cheney walked in, Jasmine Yale opened the window, reaching out to catch the snowflakes.
He dropped the breakfast he was carrying. His face darkened, and he quickly ran over to pull her back in!
“Jasmine Yale, do you want to get more sick? Is it fun to suffer excruciating pain? Huh?” Sylvan Cheney reprimanded her with a serious face.
She was innocently tucked into his arms.
Sylvan Cheney shut the window and touched her hand.
It was ice-cold.
“You’ve just recovered from a fever, your menstruation just kicked in, don’t you care about yourself at all?” Sylvan Cheney was genuinely angry.
Jasmine Yale looked at him, aggrieved, but she didn’t respond.
She could never argue back when he scolded her.
It had always been that way since they were children.
Sylvan knew he had been a bit severe; he sighed softly: “Eat your breakfast, I’ve brought it back.”
He warmed her icy hands between his own.
Jasmine saw snowflakes and moisture in his hair, indicating he had been outside for quite a while.
“You didn’t have to do it, I was deliberately giving you a hard time,” Jasmine said indifferently.
The lines for the breakfast stalls were usually long, but there would be fewer people due to the snow today.
Still, it was cold out in the snow.
“I know.”
He was fully aware that she was deliberately being demanding, but he didn’t complain.
He took all the breakfast items out for her, lining them up on the table.
“Eat while it’s hot, it won’t be as tasty once it’s cold,” said Sylvan Cheney.
Jasmine Yale touched her stomach, she was indeed hungry. She didn’t bother being polite, sitting on the sofa and starting her breakfast.
“Is your stomach still hurting? It’s very cold outside today. Don’t go out, tell me if you need anything.”
“It’s a bit better.”
“Okay, I will make you some brown sugar tea, or else you’ll forget.”
Having said that, Sylvan Cheney walked into the next room.
Jasmine, holding her soy milk, was taken aback. She looked up startled at his retreating figure.
His back looked a bit cold. He didn’t even have time to take off his coat.
Is this how he meant to compensate her? But she really didn’t need it.
Sylvan Cheney skillfully adjusted the water temperature and poured her a thermos of brown sugar tea.
Jasmine took a dimwitted bite of her bun, her gaze drifting.
“What’s on your mind? Take your time eating,” Sylvan Cheney stroked her fluffy hair.
“Have you eaten yet?”
“I thought you wouldn’t care about me,” Sylvan Cheney curved his lips into a smile.
“Thank you for the breakfast.”
Sylvan Cheney knitted his brow: “There’s no need to thank me.”
“I have to. Let’s eat together.”