Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1061 - Chapter 1061 Chapter 1061 Said We’d Never Meet Again

Chapter 1061: Chapter 1061: Said We’d Never Meet Again Chapter 1061: Chapter 1061: Said We’d Never Meet Again The car door closed, and the inside of the car was silent.

They could not hear the sounds outside; only their intertwined breathing was incessant, rapidly speeding up.

Jasmine Yale’s face turned red, her hairband had fallen off, and one of the buttons on her collar was torn off.

His scent lingered at the tip of her nose and did not dissipate for a long time.

This separation had been long.

She thought they would never meet again.

Yet now, his face was close, within reach.

This kiss was like a lingering drizzle.

Jasmine Yale opened her eyes, looked at his face, and his pupils, and she saw her own reflection in his bright eyes.

His long, dense eyelashes fluttered slightly; she could clearly see every subtle expression on his face.

Only, she could not decipher the emotions and waves hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Seeing her look at him, he let go of her lips, supported himself on the seat, and leaned in to gaze into her eyes.

Their eyes met, sparking a collision of gazes, a surge of fire.

In that moment, the car was very quiet.

No one spoke; only their uncalmed breaths and heartbeats were audible.

Jasmine Yale’s heart raced non-stop, even her blood flowed rapidly through her veins.

Her bright eyes shone like brilliant stars as she gasped lightly and looked at him.

There was a small smear of lipstick on his white shirt collar, not very noticeable, but visible.

Sylvan Cheney’s long fingers fell, landing on the necklace on her neck.

His fingers gently caressed the amethyst.

He did not speak, and she started to feel uneasy inside.

“Sir, I still need to return to the bakery,” Jasmine Yale said lightly, reaching for her necklace.

“Who gave this to you?” Sylvan Cheney looked up at her, a slight chill in his gaze that fell on her face.

Jasmine Yale was taken aback.

Her voice was gentle and soft, “I bought it myself at the mall.”

“Bought? Jasmine Yale, do you have the leisure money to buy a necklace? Hm?”

“It wasn’t expensive.”

“Not expensive, just around twenty or thirty thousand.”

Jasmine Yale was stunned. Wasn’t it just an ordinary crystal necklace? How could it cost twenty or thirty thousand? Had Little Chale given her such an expensive gift?

“My things are none of your business.” Jasmine Yale pulled at the necklace, trying to sit up, “We agreed, no more meetings.”

She wiped her lips, pushed his hand away, and picked up the hairband and mask from the ground.

To open the door, she had to pass by him.

However, he did not let her.

Sylvan Cheney grabbed her wrist with the same domineering and forceful grip as before.

He looked at her, his gaze fixed intensely on her eyes, his voice low and husky as he slowly spoke–

“Were the days away from me very happy?”

Jasmine Yale did not expect him to ask that, and she looked up at him.

But she could not discern any emotion or expression on his face, his gaze was muted, undisturbed.

As if he had casually asked her a question.

“That word is far from me, I will approach it bit by bit,” Jasmine Yale responded lightly.

“Not planning to come back to the country?”

“At least for the next three years, I will not return.”

“You never ask how I have been, do you?”

Jasmine Yale was bewildered, surprise in her eyes.

She did not know how to answer him.

After a while, she looked at him, her voice clear and shallow: “Can we not meet again in the future?”

“Jasmine Yale, do you dislike seeing me that much?”

“Actually, those three years you were not here, I got used to it, and I think for the next thirty years, even for a lifetime, I will get used to it…”

Jasmine Yale reached for the door.

Sylvan Cheney did not stop her, releasing her wrist.

Jasmine Yale hurriedly left, putting her mask back on.