Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 891 - Irreconcilable and Chaotic
Chapter 891: Chapter 891: Irreconcilable and Chaotic
Chapter 891 -891: Irreconcilable and Chaotic
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Halfway through the hotpot meal, Jasmine Yale had already posted three moments on her social media.
The chilies and beer stimulated her nerves, she was so dizzy from the spice that she was having trouble making things out clearly.
Her eyes were streaming with tears, but she still wanted to eat, really wanted to eat!
The spicier it got, the more she wanted to eat.
Jasmine Yale held her phone, and Ann Nolan picked up hers too.
Ann looked at the moments and laughed, “You’re so happy.”
“Yeah, I haven’t been this happy in a long time,” Jasmine cradled her cheek, her eyes flickering with excitement she couldn’t hide.
Ann was similar to Jasmine, eyes streaming from the spiciness, but in a good mood.
The unpleasantness of last night had already been cast aside; life is bound to have its discomforts, right? Why dwell on them?
“Ann, try this kebab, it’s really good,” Jasmine passed a few skewers to her.
Ann accepted them, “Shall we go downstairs to buy clothes later?”
“Sure, I want to buy a pair of high heels,” Jasmine propped up her cheek.
“Let’s do it, I’ll buy some too.”
They chatted and laughed, downing several bottles of beer, and before they knew it, they were quite full.
“It’s been so long since I’ve eaten like this. Ann, come out more often, I’m living alone now, I’ve got time,” Jasmine suggested.
Ann put on her bag and went downstairs with Jasmine.
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“Alright, while I haven’t found a job yet, and before you go abroad, let’s hang out more often.”
When they reached the ground floor of the mall, they browsed the clothes at the counters casually.
A dazzling array of clothes in various styles.
Jasmine accompanied Ann as she tried on a few pieces, sitting by the side and sipping mineral water.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, seeing her flushed face and couldn’t help but want to laugh.
“Does this coat look good?” Ann asked.
“Hmm… It looks good, but it’s too formal. Ann, choose another one.”
“Okay.”
Jasmine sipped her water, resting her head on her hands as she looked at the variety of clothes.
In the depth of her eyes shone a flickering light, bright and dim, like the stars.
Outside it was still raining, the continuous spring rain seemed to be a unique feature of the season.
The temperature was neither too cold nor too hot, slightly cool in the morning and evening, which was quite refreshing.
Surrounded by greenery, it was indeed pleasing to the eye.
Jasmine casually looked around, her gaze occasionally falling on the children’s clothes at a nearby counter.
Kids’ clothes are all cute, tiny.
Jasmine couldn’t resist and walked over to the nearest store to take a look.
“Miss, are you buying clothes for your baby? How old is the baby?” The sales associate immediately approached with a smile.
“I’m just looking, is that okay?” Jasmine blinked, her gaze lingering on those clothes.
“Yes, of course.” The sales associate’s attitude was very pleasant.
Walking through the store, Jasmine saw many beautiful clothes, for boys and for girls.
She spotted a pair of denim overalls that looked really good, and couldn’t help but take several more glances at them.
Suddenly, she remembered that little guy, he would definitely look adorable in them.
It was the change of seasons, and she didn’t know if anyone in Lonton was taking care of him, if anyone would take him out to buy new clothes.
As she thought about it, Jasmine laughed quietly to herself.
She was really being sentimental for no reason.
Born to the Cheney Family, how could he lack for clothes, or servants to take care of him?
He lacked nothing.
Too many people wanted to treat him well.
It’s just that… even after a month, she still couldn’t let go of the little guy, she didn’t know where this affection came from, tangled and messy, difficult to cut free and sort out.
It was a jumbled mess, like a tangle of thread knotting up her heart.
A look of bewilderment shone in Jasmine’s eyes, her hand resting on the clothes rack, looking over many garments.
