Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 992 - Chapter 992 Chapter 992 Over Twenty Years Have Passed

Chapter 992: Chapter 992: Over Twenty Years Have Passed Chapter 992: Chapter 992: Over Twenty Years Have Passed In the late July morning, she carried her suitcase and stepped into the airport.

She didn’t tell anyone the time her flight was taking off, arriving at the airport alone and in silence.

The morning breeze carried a hint of sweetness, like the scent of dew.

Taking a deep breath, she was enveloped in the fragrance of fresh grass and green trees.

This was a scent unique to summer, deeply etched into her mind like carvings from a knife, impossible to erase.

The past few days had been rainless, and it was exceptionally stuffy outside.

Jasmine Yale was wearing a purple and pink knee-length dress, her not-too-long hair tied up with a hairband, looking quite refreshing.

She hadn’t applied any makeup, and her frail hand was pulling a heavy suitcase behind her.

When she arrived in Landon, she had nothing; now as she was leaving, she was still all alone.

She feared farewells, so she didn’t tell Ann Nolan or Joe Heath about her departure.

By the time they found out, she was already on a plane to the UT.

She left a note for Ann, hoping Ann could be happy.

After Jasmine Yale got out of the taxi, she faced the sun and made her way towards the airport with her heavy luggage.

“Ah…”

Unwittingly, Jasmine Yale didn’t watch her step and tripped on a stair, falling to the ground!

She scraped her hand and stood up from the ground, blowing on it with a pained look.

It really hurt.

Her knee also scraped and was bleeding.

Jasmine Yale gritted her teeth and looked down to tend to the wound briefly.

“Do you need any help?” an airport staff member came over to ask.

“Is there a medical office?”

“Yes, follow me.”

“Okay.”

Jasmine Yale, supporting her suitcase, staggered after the staff member.

Pretty embarrassing, to take a tumble just walking.

Her knee was scraped, and it hurt quite a bit.

The sun was baking her scalp, and layers of sweat streamed down her forehead.

Jasmine Yale followed the airport staff and left.

Not far away, a black Rolls-Royce was parked beneath the dense foliage of camphor trees.

The man in the passenger seat had a solemn expression with deep, inscrutable eyes gleaming with an indistinct light, deep and bottomless like a still pond.

He saw Jasmine Yale getting out of the taxi with her suitcase; he saw her fall.

After a while, he lit a cigarette.

The nicotine could stimulate the nerves.

The smell of smoke spread throughout the car.

“Mr. Cheney.” Charles Mcintosh turned his head to glance at him, resting his hands gently on the steering wheel, “Shall we head back?”

Sylvan Cheney took a drag on his cigarette and said indifferently, “Let’s go.”

Charles Mcintosh nodded and turned the car around.

The vehicle, like a black arrow, quickly vanished under the morning sun at the airport.

As Charles Mcintosh drove onto the highway, he asked, “Mr. Cheney, are we going to the company?”

“To the cemetery.”

Charles Mcintosh’s hand paused slightly, and his heart unavoidably sank.

The cemetery…

On the way, at a flower shop, Sylvan Cheney bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Charles Mcintosh knew that the day wasn’t far from the date of the massacre, and it was understandable that Sylvan Cheney was going to the cemetery.

Yet, Charles Mcintosh’s heart still felt heavy.

In the cemetery were buried Qiana Childe and those from the Cheney Residence who had perished in that accident.

Including Charles Mcintosh’s father.

After so many years, Charles Mcintosh’s heart no longer stirred as it once did; after all, more than two decades had passed.

Both he and Mr. Cheney had grown from children under ten into men who had reached the age of thirty.

All that had to be borne was already borne; who could live in the shadow forever?

Charles Mcintosh also bought white chrysanthemums for his father and accompanied Sylvan Cheney to the cemetery.

The weather was clear and sunny, with not a cloud in sight, the scorching sun pouring down from the sky.

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