Chapter 1122: Chapter 1122: Pampered by Him Since Childhood Chapter 1122: Chapter 1122: Pampered by Him Since Childhood Gradually, there was not a sound to be heard in the surroundings.

Beside her ears, was the vastness of silence.

Jasmine Yale buried her head between her knees, still entangled by his deep and mellow voice, and the way he called her name, “Jasy”…

It clung tightly to her, like a nightmare.

If not for the lingering smell of alcohol in the air, she would have wondered if he had even been there.

Reality told her that he had been.

His remnant scent of Agarwood Fragrance on her lips, in her hair, was slowly eroding her sanity.

He came to find her when he was drunk?

She had seen shameless, but never someone as shameless as this.

All the pent-up emotions inside Jasmine were stirred up in an instant, and the calm she had managed earlier that day began to spread uncontrollably.

A choking sensation.

Sweet Kitty circled restlessly around Jasmine’s feet, unsettled by the boundless darkness.

Why hadn’t Jasy turned on the lights?

It nibbled at Jasmine’s sleeve, signaling her to switch on the light.

So dark, so very dark.

Jasmine buried her head between her knees, overcome by a boundless wave of weariness.

She just wanted to sit there on the ground, unwilling to move.

Her hair draped over her shoulders, and on her face were the kiss marks left by Sylvan Cheney.

“After parting ways, it would be best to cut all ties; why bother to meet again?”

Her heart was still pounding nonstop, even though the smell of alcohol in the air was gradually dissipating, vanishing.

Sweet Kitty remained beside Jasmine the entire time, never leaving her side.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when the screen of her phone lit up.

This sole bright light instantly illuminated the living room.

Jasmine sat on the floor, her cold hands picking up the phone.

She opened the message: “Jasy, be good and take care of yourself. — Sylvan Cheney.”

It was just a few short words, but in a split second Jasmine’s tears overcame her eyes.

Emotions she couldn’t describe were spreading throughout her body.

She had always been prone to tears, she didn’t even know why she was crying now; when he had been bullying her just moments ago, she had not shed a tear.

Tears soaked the back of her hand, Jasmine now crying audibly, the sounds echoing through the small apartment.

Sweet Kitty became frantic, why was its Jasy crying?

It nervously paced around her, restless and anxious.

Jasmine knew that this man had always been a bastard from beginning to end.

Yet it was such a bastard who effortlessly triggered all her emotions.

It had always been like this.

No matter how composed and calm she was, at his appearance, everything would collapse and crumble.

Never had someone, like he did, disturbed all her passions and desires.

And never had someone like him, after doing all this, been able to turn around and walk away nonchalantly, leaving her alone, lost and confused.

A gust of wind sprang up, rippling a pond of spring water.

In this moment, she couldn’t discern north from south, east from west.

“Be good…”

That was his usual tone and wording, the way he had coaxed her from childhood into adulthood.

When he said to be good, she would usually obediently follow.

Even if she occasionally acted up, he would not care much; his eyes and brows always carried a doting tenderness.

These memories, like engravings in stone, were not blown away by the wind nor washed away by the rain.

He had spent twelve years inscribing them, but she knew she could not erase them in a lifetime.

They were like shadows, deeply embedded in her bones.

Be well… but how could she be well?

She was gravely ill inside with no cure in sight.

Jasmine’s gaze fell on the message, the sparkling tears in her eyes shimmering.

The specks of light in her pupils shattered one by one, beyond reassembly.

The phone screen turned off, and the darkness engulfed everything once again.

This darkness, it devoured the silence.