Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 378: Chapter 378: Will You Propose?

A lighter?

He smokes, so giving him a lighter is probably the most suitable gift. Moreover, when the lighter runs out of fuel, he can simply throw it away.

The price of a lighter is within her budget, she could even pick a better one. Jasmine Yale follows the saleswoman.

In front of her is an array of different lighters, he should prefer something in cooler tones.

“Lighters can’t be mailed, right?” Jasmine asks.

“Correct, if you want to send it to someone, we can arrange for local counter

delivery. You just need to choose the style. We do provide this service.”

“I see…” Jasmine murmurs.

Jasmine lowers her head, focusing solely on making her selection.

In those twelve years, she had given Sylvan Cheney gifts.

But, whether because they were too cheap or because he didn’t like them, after receiving a gift once, Sylvan told her to “not send any more”.

She thinks, he must not have liked them.

The small heart inside her was somewhat self-depreciating, and after that, she never sent him another gift.

He wasn’t a man who enjoyed extravagant pleasures, never threw a birthday party, but there was never a lack of people giving him gifts.

When she saw the jewelry, mansions, and sports cars that others gave to him… she finally understood just how cheap the things she gave really were.

The one time, also the first time, she gave him a scarf.

Even though it wasn’t expensive, it was something that she had sewn stitch by stitch.

It took almost half a year of her heart and soul to make it.

Back then, she would try to gauge his preferences, wondering what he might like.

Now, it is unnecessary.

“I’ll take this one.” Jasmine points to a certain lighter.

“Great, ma’am, do you need our delivery service? If you provide me with an

address, we can deliver it directly to your friend.”

“No need for now.” She’ll find a suitable opportunity to give it to him.

The saleswoman carefully wraps it for her and hands Jasmine the lighter.

Jasmine felt satisfied, and for some reason, her heart seemed to lighten.

As if she had made a thorough break with the past.

He is finally… getting married.

Exiting the mall, Jasmine Yale wanders aimlessly.

The day gradually fades away, night falls, and the city lights start to shine.

For some reason, scenes from the past float before Jasmine’s eyes, a myriad of rights and wrongs.

“I don’t know how to solve this problem, can you teach me?” That was her at ten, pestering Sylvan Cheney.

“Figure it out yourself.”

“I really don’t know how, as you know, I’m quite stupid.”

“No one calls themselves stupid.”

“It’s okay that I’m stupid, as long as you’re smart and always protect me, right?” Her eyes twinkling expectantly.

“Mr. Cheney, our math teacher proposed to our English teacher today, it was so romantic.” That was her at sixteen, naive and innocent.

“Oh.”

“Mr. Cheney, if you liked someone, would you propose to them?”

“I don’t know.”

“How would you propose, if you were going to?”

“I don’t know.”

“What kind of girls do you like?”

“Quieter ones!” Sylvan Cheney, losing patience.

“Oh ” Dejected, she leaves sheepishly.

The rain starts to fall under the night sky, intermittent, not too heavy but chilling to the bone.

Jasmine didn’t bring an umbrella and she just stands silently in the rain.

This is her first rain in Singapore.

The cool and continuous raindrops fall on her face, quickly soaking her hair.

The depth in her eyes gradually melts away…