Fated love: the unwanted bride -
Chapter 960 - Chapter 960 Chapter 960 A Severe Traffic Accident
Chapter 960: Chapter 960: A Severe Traffic Accident! Chapter 960: Chapter 960: A Severe Traffic Accident! It was yet another summer.
Jasmine Yale had just eaten a shrimp and was resting her chin on her hands, gazing at Ann Nolan sitting opposite her.
Ann Nolan laughed, “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Ann, if someone truly likes you, you would be all that he sees, right?”
Ann Nolan paused peeling her shrimp, a surge of emotion flickering in her eyes.
She nodded, her thoughts swirling, then calmly and indifferently said, “Yes.”
It was a simple truth, liking someone meant only seeing and cherishing them and no one else.
Even if a thousand ships passed by, one wouldn’t spare them a second glance.
It was like how she once felt about Zaiden Santos.
She liked him, initially out of admiration because he was the only one who could match her in competition, though she always won in the end, she still admired him.
Later, this admiration gradually turned into affection.
Little by little, it became overwhelming.
Like the lake waters in spring, ebbing and flowing.
She wasn’t a very ostentatious person, kept her liking for him deep within her heart.
He was her only one in her heart, yet she wasn’t his one and only.
In one word, it was “unrequited.”
The first time she learned that he was with Harper Glorian, she was shocked, later slowly coming to terms with reality and becoming numb.
The light in Ann Nolan’s eyes slowly grew dim and vanished.
Jasmine Yale, noticing she had inadvertently stirred Ann Nolan’s emotions, hurriedly changed the topic.
“Ann, where shall we go later? How about the beach? I haven’t been there in a long while.”
“Sure, I haven’t been out to clear my mind in ages either, I’m almost suffocating. I’ll go home to change clothes later, you wait here for me.”
“Wear a long dress, I haven’t seen you in one yet,” Jasmine Yale said with a cheeky smile, resting her chin on her hand.
“That can be arranged.”
…
But Ann Nolan never expected, on the way back, she would encounter such disturbing incidents.
After leaving the restaurant, Ann Nolan went to pick up her car to drive home.
It wasn’t too far from Santos Mansion, roughly a half-hour’s drive.
Ann Nolan drove steadily, neither too fast nor too slow, and was always vigilant.
The sunlight shone through the car windows onto her sunglasses, with the window half down, a gentle breeze blowing through.
After a traffic light, she turned onto the road leading to Santos Mansion.
Not many cars were on this road, and the surrounding greenery was lush, full of tall trees.
Verdant shadows cast a coolness around.
It was summer, the trees were dense with leaves, lush and vibrant, cicadas incessantly chirping at the treetops.
She loved this road; driving here always gave her a sense of comfort and peace.
The fragrance in the air drifted through the windows, breathing deeply, it was all the scent of summer.
Ann Nolan focused intensely on driving and just caught a traffic light where she pressed the brake to stop the car.
But, as soon as the car stopped,–
“Bang”–a red BMW rear-ended her car!
Ann Nolan was startled, disoriented, her eyes filled with panic and fear.
Fortunately, the woman behind her pressed the brakes in time, avoiding a severe traffic accident!
However, it was inevitable that both cars suffered varying degrees of damage.
Harper Glorian, who was on the phone, turned pale from fright, her lips white!
“Damn, why did you stop the car!” Harper Glorian cursed coldly.
On the other end of the phone, Zaiden Santos’s tone was impatient, “Who are you cursing at?”
“Not you, some lunatic hit my car, scared me to death.” Harper Glorian unbuckled her seatbelt, panicked, “I’ll stop calling now, but remember to bring me a gift when you come back tomorrow.”
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