Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 986 - Chapter 986 Chapter 986 Laughing like a Clear Breeze and

Chapter 986: Chapter 986: Laughing like a Clear Breeze and Bright Moon Chapter 986: Chapter 986: Laughing like a Clear Breeze and Bright Moon After that day, Jasmine Yale’s mood changed.

It became heavier and unbearable, she would go to the library during the day to prepare for her interview, and at night, she would sit alone on her bed, staring blankly.

Sometimes, she would be lost in contemplation for the whole night, and by the time she came to her senses, it was already deep into the night.

The late night was exceptionally quiet, with only the chandelier emitting a faint glow.

She buried this period deeply in her heart, never mentioning it to anyone, including Ann Nolan.

She silently deleted Sylvan Cheney’s cell phone number, silently expunging any memories of him.

Though she no longer performed hypnosis like before, she knew that from then on, Sylvan Cheney would be just a person in the depths of her heart, forever buried there.

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Days went by in an endless loop.

Soon it was July, and the weather became hotter.

The summer in Landon was dry and arid, rarely raining.

In such weather, one could get a tan within minutes of being out on the street.

Jasmine rarely went out anymore, she just stayed at home and read books.

She had already packed all her luggage for the United States, and the interview was almost a certainty, she could get into the University of Cakago.

So, she would take her luggage with her to the interview and would not come back.

That day, a Saturday, it rained.

The rain started drizzling from the morning, at first just a light rain, gradually turning into a downpour.

The raindrops struck the glass “pitter-patter”, like soybeans, yet also like transparent pearls.

Jasmine sat by the window, propping up her cheek, looking outside.

The window was blurred to the point that nothing could be clearly seen, only the waterfall-like curtain of water flowing down.

Occasionally, a flash of lightning crossed the sky, followed by bursts of thunder.

Jasmine subconsciously covered her ears and looked out the window.

She remembered… in past summers when it thundered, she always loved to run into someone’s room.

She was afraid of thunder, and going to his room became her greatest joy.

When she was a child, he indulged her.

If she loved to run, he would shelter her, even letting her sleep in his big bed while he slept on the couch.

She remembered when she first went to the Cheney Residence, she was afraid of everything, very timid, and shy.

Except she wasn’t really afraid of him.

When summer arrived, as soon as it thundered, she would run to his room.

She would stand at the doorway, blinking her dark, sparkling eyes, clutching the door, motionless as she looked at him.

Usually, he was in the bedroom.

She would act cute, coaxing him: “It’s thundering, please shelter me.”

Back then, he would look up at her, his smile clear and bright as a serene breeze after the rain, “Scared?”

“Scared.” She blinked timidly, her hands clutching the door.

He would indulge her, her saying “scared” was enough for him to shelter her, letting her sleep in his room.

If the thunder was too loud, he would even cover her ears.

Back then, she particularly liked the feeling of being close to him, always feeling very warm and clean.

His bed was always immaculately clean, carrying a faint fragrance.

She wasn’t picky about where she slept, she could fall asleep as soon as she lay on his bed.

Only later did she learn he was a bit of a clean freak, but he had never refused her.

Back then, he was a brilliant young man, like a bright moon, like stars.

The brightest star in her eyes.

On stormy days, she would sleep in his bed, and he would go sleep on the couch.

Sometimes, she felt bad for taking up such a big bed by herself and would call him to sleep together.

But usually, Sylvan Cheney would refuse.

There were times he didn’t refuse, especially during severe thunderstorms, both windy and rainy.

During such times, she would be particularly scared.