Chapter 1137: Chapter 1137: I Hope You… Are Doing Well Too

The matter had been entwining itself in Jasmine Yale’s heart for a long time, unsettling her mood.

Now that she was in Cakago, it wasn’t easy to think about returning to Landon.

Yukon Carbon kept her company for the weekend, and as usual, flew back to Old York on Sunday night.

The first snow of winter had already melted, and traces of white on the ground were gradually disappearing.

A few days later, Jasmine received a phone call from Sylvan Cheney.

“Mr. Cheney.”

“Looking for me?”

“Is my father with you?” Jasmine asked with difficulty.

When they were together, both she and he tacitly avoided mentioning the third person, but not mentioning didn’t mean non-existent, and they could not fool themselves forever.

“Haven’t I made myself clear enough? Huh?”

“I heard that my father is still alive,” Jasmine swallowed hard.

“What weight does a man you’ve never met hold in your heart?”

“What kind of thing is that to say, blood ties ultimately cannot be severed, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Yes, I don’t understand. I truly can’t grasp your feelings. Your father is dead, don’t ask me again.”

“Are you deceiving me?”

“Jasmine Yale, your purpose in Cakago is to study, not to waste your time. Will you squander your time on these meaningless questions?”

“Can’t you ever tell me the truth? Always deceiving me, placating me, you truly disappoint me.”

His thoughts were too profound; she could never fathom what he was thinking.

Just as she could never predict his next move.

He could go back on his promises, deny things he had done, she didn’t understand him.

Even after sixteen years, she still didn’t understand him.

Such a man gave her no sense of security.

Plus, with the blood of the Ximenez Family running through her veins, she didn’t know if she would see the sun tomorrow…

All this, she could not know, because she faced a man she could not see through.

“Jasmine Yale, what you need to do is study well. Do you know how precious three years are?”

“I know, I will study hard. Striving to ensure that in the future I won’t come across someone like you,” Jasmine said, profoundly disappointed.

On the other end, silence.

For a long time, Sylvan didn’t speak.

“You shouldn’t come to find me in Cakago in the future either, you know I am here to study, so, Mr. Cheney, please stop disrupting my life repeatedly. I hope that you… also have a good, fulfilling life.”

Jasmine was struggling to control her emotions, her hand trembling as she hung up the phone.

The mix of feelings from the last birthday party surged forth; she could not forgive someone who broke their word.

Similarly, she knew he could not accept the daughter of an enemy.

After all the twists and turns, they had ultimately become two parallel lines.

During class, Jasmine found it hard to stay calm and collected, often lost in thought.

During the break, she searched for tickets back to Landon in secret.

She looked at the flight schedules and times, biting her lip, indecisive.

On the other end, Sylvan placed his phone down, closing his eyes wearily, unable to hide his fatigue and haggardness.

His usually handsome face now bore an indescribable weight.

He rubbed his brow, pressing his fist against his forehead.

Before long, the phone rang again.

Sylvan opened his eyes lazily and glanced at the phone screen–Lilac Serval.

“Mr. Cheney.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s cold, and Chale Cheney has developed a fever,” Lilac Serval said apologetically, “I’m sorry, I haven’t taken good care of the young master.”

“Have you seen the doctor?”