Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 881 - Make Her Take Off the Ring
Chapter 881: Chapter 881: Make Her Take Off the Ring
Chapter 881 -881: Make Her Take Off the Ring
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The tone of the teacher’s wife carried a complaint, and helplessness.
“Girls really are better, they’re so considerate. As for my son, he might as well not come back at all, I hardly see him a few times a year.” The teacher’s wife scoffed, “This time he’s got a girlfriend, but who knows what she’s like. If she has a fiesty temperament, I don’t want her.”
Xandra Mackenzie’s hand paused for a moment; she bowed her head and silently pushed the white rice around in her bowl.
In her eyes, there was a hint of distraction.
Ann Nolan laughed, “Don’t worry about it, Teacher’s wife; Harlow is just busy with work. There’s no need to be too concerned.”
“If only my future daughter-in-law could be like you and Jasmine, that would be great. She mustn’t be someone who talks back or has a bad temper. I asked him to show me a photo, but he refused,” the teacher’s wife said helplessly.
“Teacher’s wife, these things will happen when the time is right; you can’t rush them,” Ann Nolan said.
Jasmine Yale continued to eat, glancing at Xandra Mackenzie from the corner of her eye.
The young girl stared at her bowl absentmindedly, not speaking.
In Xandra’s eyes, Jasmine saw a deep sense of loss.
Jasmine Yale quickly changed the subject, “Teacher’s wife, I heard there are a few lectures at Jingcheng University this week. May I attend?”
“Of course, it’s open to the public,” the teacher’s wife said.
“I’ve also planned to play basketball with my colleagues,” Jasmine smiled.
“Sister Jasmine, you can play basketball?” Xandra Mackenzie asked with her bright, shining eyes.
“A little bit…”
“I can too! You should come to our high school to play, I’ll join you.” Xandra Mackenzie said excitedly, “I also play rugby and volleyball.”
“Sure, I’ll come and find you when I get the chance.”
The rain continued to pour outside, unceasingly, the spring downpour so gentle and prolonged, the air filled with the fragrance of the wet soil and the scent of fresh grass.
Everywhere was damp and refreshingly cool.
During the small weekend gathering, Jasmine Yale and Ann Nolan didn’t stay too long.
Just after eight o’clock, Ann Nolan drove Jasmine away.
Raindrops struck the car windows, and Jasmine listened to a song, humming softly—
“I’ve always been searching for the footprints of your mood/Ready to be misunderstood by everyone just to understand you/Prepared to polish away the clouds in your sky/Yet you wait at the end with laughter that contains raindrops…”
The traces of the rain were washing over the car windows, water flowing wildly.
Outside on the road, the streetlights were bright and glorious.
Under the halo of light, mist rose like a vague white smoke.
Jasmine Yale sat in the passenger seat, turning her head to look outside the window.
This drizzling rain, truly beautiful.
Spring had arrived, and all things were reviving.
The long winter of Landon had finally departed, and the little rabbit in her heart began to jump for joy.
But just thinking about that little one who would cling to her neck and call her “Jasy,” made her heart flutter without reason.
The little one’s milky voice was becoming more and more distant.
Every time she remembered, it seemed like a dream.
Ann Nolan noticed the absence of the ring on Jasmine’s finger.
She wasn’t one to gossip, but she thought that if a ring, something so significant, went missing, there had to be a reason.
Like herself, who wore a ring on her ring finger during the wedding ceremony with Zaiden Santos.
Three days into the marriage, before the ring even warmed to her finger, he asked her to take it off under the pretext of a secret marriage.
Ann Nolan didn’t care much, so she just took it off.
That wedding ring still lay on her dressing table, untouched by anyone.
“Jasmine, once you get to UT, forget all the unhappy things and start over,” Ann Nolan said.
Jasmine Yale paused for a moment, then nodded, “I will.”
