Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1088 - Chapter 1088 Chapter 1088 French Handmade Chocolate

Chapter 1088: Chapter 1088: French Handmade Chocolate Chapter 1088: Chapter 1088: French Handmade Chocolate The evening sky drizzled with a fine mist, like threads of silk.

Before leaving, Jasmine Yale prepared some snacks and packed them into a box.

She hadn’t expected Sylvan Cheney’s car to remain stationary, parked across the street, not moving at all.

She braved the light rain and walked over in surprise, tapping on the car window.

The car door opened, and Sylvan Cheney looked at her, his eyes ablaze,”Get in.”

“My apartment is nearby, I can just walk back. Why didn’t you go out? You must be bored, right? Where’s Sweet Kitty?”

“Asleep,” Sylvan whispered, his eyes tenderly fixated on the little thing in his arms,”I’ll take you home.”

“Thank you, then.”

Once in the car, Sylvan noticed that it had started to rain outside.

Jasmine placed the snacks properly,”I made these for you, just finished, so they should taste alright. You can have them as a late-night snack or for breakfast tomorrow.”

“So considerate?” Sylvan navigated the steering wheel and started the car.

“It was nothing.”

Sylvan curved the corner of his lips, a deep smile in his eyes as bright and clear as a full moon.

The car headed towards Jasmine’s residential block.

“It’s getting colder, remember to wear more. Did you hear me?” said Sylvan casually.

“I know, I take good care of myself now, so well in fact I can even take care of a cat,” Jasmine said while stroking Sweet Kitty in her arms.

Sweet Kitty looked adorable asleep, utterly motionless and exceptionally well-behaved.

Curled up into a ball, it nestled in Jasmine’s embrace.

“If one day I’m not around to remind you, you have to remember,” Sylvan’s subdued voice filled the narrow space, diffusing slowly.

Jasmine’s apartment was close to the bakery.

A turn of the corner, and they arrived.

Sylvan parked the car and quirked his lips,”Won’t you invite me up for a sit?”

“It’s late, maybe another day,” Jasmine unusually did not refuse very firmly.

Perhaps it was the rain, the air thrummed with a soft sadness that flowed gently all around.

“I’ll leave the snacks, do remember to eat them. Taste them regardless of whether they’re good or not,” Jasmine said, holding Sweet Kitty.

“Yeah, go on up!”

Sylvan did not press her further.

Jasmine, with her backpack and cuddling Sweet Kitty, disappeared into the elevator entrance.

Sylvan sat in the car, his gaze following her until she was out of sight, his deep eyes steady and low-key.

The lights on the eighth floor lit up quickly.

Sylvan lit a cigarette in the car but didn’t leave immediately.

As soon as Jasmine got upstairs, she placed Sweet Kitty in its bed and upon opening her backpack, she suddenly found an extra box of chocolates that hadn’t been there before.

Huh?

When she tidied her backpack after school, it hadn’t contained this box of chocolates.

When did this box of chocolates appear?

She examined it more closely, a beautifully crafted heart-shaped tin. It was an expensive brand of French handmade chocolates.

Jasmine opened the tin, and the scent of chocolate wafted out instantly.

Very fragrant.

Pressed inside the box was a pink card, on which an attractive English handwriting read: Chocolate for my princess.

She recognized the handwriting all too well.

Clutching the chocolate, she ran to the window and pushed it open.

Outside the window, the drizzle persisted, dim and blurred, while streetlights stood silently by the road, casting a soft glow.

Clutching the chocolate, Jasmine looked down–

She saw his Mercedes still parked downstairs.

The man downstairs seemed to notice her, and the car window rolled down.

Although Jasmine on the eighth floor couldn’t see him, she waved anyway, lifting the chocolate in her hand.

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