Chapter 1066: Chapter 1066: A Passport Photo Chapter 1066: Chapter 1066: A Passport Photo “Alright, you won’t understand even if I tell you.” Jasmine Yale picked it up, “Time to sleep, Jasy needs to take a shower.”

“Meow.” Sweet Kitty meowed.

Just as Jasmine Yale was going to the bedroom to get clothes, suddenly, she found a fallen photo on the ground.

An ID photo.

Curious, she bent over to pick it up.

She paused.

The expression on Jasmine Yale’s face was complicated, with a flickering and barely discernible light in her eyes, as if hidden and revealing itself intermittently.

Her pupils constricted and a sudden, indescribable feeling spread over her heart.

That feeling was like the grass in spring, growing little by little on the hillside, until it spread far and wide.

Indeed, it was an ID photo, and the person in the photo was none other than herself.

It was the ID photo she had taken before her college entrance exam, for the purpose of filling out college application forms.

It was also the same ID photo Little Chale once told her Sylvan Cheney kept under his pillow.

In the photo, she looked young and tender, not yet fully matured, with an oval face, willowy eyebrows, and two shallow dimples when she smiled.

She could be certain that it was her photo from when she was eighteen.

Why did he have her photo?

Clutching the photo, Jasmine Yale was flooded with countless emotions, her heart filled with an indescribable taste.

Jasmine Yale sat on the bed for a while, taking a long time to snap out of it, her eyes glazed with diffuse light, unfocused.

The dim light cast a faint glow on her face.

After a long time, Jasmine Yale finally stood up.

She tucked the photo into her ID pouch.

She herself hadn’t kept this photo; she never thought that Sylvan Cheney would have it.

The time of being eighteen was really nice.

Nice enough to be carefree, without worries.

Probably the most troubling thing each day was what to eat for lunch.

Indeed, the youth did not know the taste of worries.

Now thinking back, eighteen seemed very far, far away.

By the time she walked out of the bedroom again, Sweet Kitty had already gone back to its nest to sleep.

Jasmine Yale took a shower, closed her eyes, and let the hot water pour over her body.

The steam filled the air, fogging up the mirror with white vapor that gradually formed into thin streams, winding downwards.

…

That night’s events, Jasmine Yale acted as if nothing had happened.

On Saturday, she went to the bakery as usual.

Sylvan Cheney’s assistant was already waiting at the door early, with her long legs crossed, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

“Miss Yale, good morning.”

“Good morning.” She responded perfunctorily, “I’ll make breakfast soon, just a moment.”

“No, Miss Yale, my boss sent me to fetch something. He wanted to know, there’s a photo… Did Miss Yale happen to see it?” The male assistant asked politely.

“Don’t know, didn’t see anything.” Jasmine Yale put down her things and put on her mask.

“Oh, alright then, Miss Yale, please could you make the breakfast?”

“Just a moment, right away.”

Jasmine Yale looked across the street, where, as usual, a black Mercedes was parked.

The weather is also very nice today, the sky is a brilliant blue, and the clouds meander lazily, exuding a faint fragrance everywhere.

The sunlight shone on the car, giving off an understated and luxurious aura.

She didn’t know why he hadn’t returned to the country, but she heard that he had opened a branch in UT, probably for that reason.

They didn’t mention what happened that night.

Afterwards, he hadn’t come to find her either.

Jasmine Yale had become accustomed to this, like an irregular period, occurring just occasionally.

Jasmine Yale didn’t take it to heart.

She didn’t know whether he’d eaten the breakfast she made for him.

But if he came to buy it, she would make it.

Sylvan Cheney’s presence didn’t affect any of her emotions or state of mind.