Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 483: Chapter 483: Are You Deeply Entangled With Him?

“Flower Ripple Coffee Shop.

Jasmine Yale met Haynes Seasons for the first time.

This man was more steady than she had imagined, young and handsome, without an iota of his excellence hidden.

He wore a grey long coat. When she entered, he was just standing by the door, waiting for her, a half-smoked cigarette in his fingers.

Upon seeing her, he gave a faint smile. freёwebnoѵel.com

“Miss Yale, you’re prettier than you look in pictures.” He extinguished the cigarette.

Jasmine laughed: “Mr. Seasons, you look much younger than I thought.”

“Oh? You thought I’d be middle-aged?”

“Mmm…something like that.”

Haynes laughed softly, gentlemanly holding open the door of the coffee shop for Jasmine.

Choosing a seat by the window, Jasmine unwrapped her scarf.

She gave another careful look at Haynes, this man was really good-looking.

“Miss Yale, what would you like to drink?” Haynes asked.

“Just a cappuccino.”

“Hmm.”

Haynes ordered two cups of coffee, along with some desserts.

“Mr. Seasons, why didn’t you pursue your career back home?” Jasmine asked curiously.

“I’m waiting until I’ve accumulated a certain amount of capital abroad,” Haynes replied indifferently. “Besides, Muse has always had her treatment overseas.”

“Is Miss Sutton better now?”

“Much better. I hope she can recover soon. It’s probably my only wish now.”

There was an endless bleakness in Haynes’ eyes, his gaze growing dim.

“Mr. Seasons, don’t worry, Miss Sutton will definitely get better.”

“Thank you,” Haynes nodded slightly. “For my own mistakes, I’m willing to accept punishment.”

Jasmine didn’t know what to say.

She had heard snippets about what happened between Haynes and Muse.

Now, looking into Haynes’ eyes, she saw a constant hue of regret.

“Miss Yale, forget me, let’s talk about you. What are your thoughts?” Haynes asked her.

He noticed that Jasmine was young, she should not have gone through much in life.

“As I have mentioned to you previously on WeChat, I’m still sticking to that thought.”

Jasmine’s eyes showed hints of helplessness, sorrow, and confusion.

The coffee was served. She bent down her head, silently stirring the spoon.

“Miss Yale, I might not be from Landon, but I have heard a little about Mr. Cheney. You and he… Is there a deep connection?” Haynes asked.

He saw in Jasmine an ordinary girl leading a peaceful life.

She didn’t seem like someone romantically entangled with a man like Sylvan Cheney.

The coffee shop was filled with a rich aroma, creating a calm atmosphere.

Jasmine chuckled, “I was brought back to the Cheney family by him when I was eight years old. Guess you could say that we’ve had some interactions.”

“I see,” Haynes replied, “Do you love him?”

Jasmine didn’t expect Haynes to be so straightforward.

Her face still bore a smile: “Used to.”

“Miss Yale, I don’t know what happened between you and him, but you must understand this: once a memory is hypnotized, it is permanently forgotten,” Haynes’s voice fell a notch colder.

Jasmine expressed her desire to erase all memories related to Sylvan Cheney.

Completely erased.

“You told me already,” Jasmine lowered her head.

Haynes had told her all this before, more than once in fact.

He had also told her that he destroyed everything between him and Muse in the same manner.

He hypnotized all of Muse’s memories of him.

The current Muse, had absolutely no memory of who Haynes was.