Chapter 438: No One Wants to Be Homeless and Wander


    On Monday, Jasmine Yale went to work as usual.


    Just as she arrived at the office, before she could even pour a cup of coffee, the receptionist handed her an envelope.


    “Jasmine, this is for you.”


    “Hmm?”


    Jasmine was curious, an envelope?


    She opened it with a hint of bewilderment and it turned out to be an invitation identical to the one Joe Heath had received.


    Red background, gilded text, festive decorations.


    Upon opening, it wasn’t unexpected.


    Sylvan Cheney, Ynda Fern.


    Seeing Joe’s invitation and receiving one herself were two different matters, her fingers nheless quivered slightly.


    Herplexion changed momentarily, but quickly returned to normal, only a dull light flickered in her eyes.


    Jasmine tucked the invitation away and ced it in her drawer.


    She got up and went to the pantry to pour a cup of coffee.


    The weather outside was fine.


    “Jasmine, you look a bit unwell, are you feeling okay?” a colleague asked with concern.


    Jasmine snapped back to reality: “Huh? No.”


    “You say ‘no’, but you’re spilling your coffee. Is something bothering you?”


    Jasmine looked down, quickly cleaned the table with a rag.


    “I probably didn’t sleep wellst night, really, I’m fine.” Jasmine replied with a smile.


    “If you’re feeling down, I can go shopping with you tonight.”


    “Okay.”


    Jasmine smiled and responded casually.


    An ambiguous emotion was spreading throughout her heart, and she wasn’t confident about what this feeling was. It was like something that had been submerged in water suddenly floating to the surface.


    Jasmine walked back to her desk with her coffee.


    She felt an uncontroble headache.


    After she turned on herputer, she started to work.


    There were several press releases to send out, and a few strategies to finalize…


    She was busy every moment.


    Maybe it’s a good thing if it’s always this hectic.


    The invitation was buried under a stack of books in her drawer.


    While she was focused on drafting, the phone on her desk rang.


    “Hello?”


    “Jasmine.”


    Jasmine’s hand paused.


    The voice, she wasn’t familiar with, yet it made her tremble inexplicably.


    It seemed like a thousand threads were spread out in an instant.


    The voice was gentle, like a March breeze amongst willows.


    “Hello, you are …” Jasmine’s expression was somewhat confused.


    “I’m Ynda Fern.” The voice at the other end of the line responded with a smile.


    “Oh …” Jasmine was a bit disoriented.


    Ynda Fern… all her understanding about Ynda Fern was from others, they had never spoken before.


    But how strange, she felt as if they had known each other for a very long time despite never having met in person.


    Her impression of Ynda Fern was of a gentle, beautiful, virtuous wife and good mother.


    Thest time she saw Ynda Fern was the morning before she had left for overseas—


    Morning fog with dew, stretches of withered grass.


    Ynda and Chale Cheney stood together, behind them was the tall, steady Sylvan Cheney.


    They were a peaceful and harmonious family.


    She admitted, at that moment, she felt a tinge of sourness.


    Not because Ynda Fern was with Sylvan Cheney, but because she dreamed of having a stable home herself.


    No one wishes to live a vagrant life amidst chaos and turmoil.


    “Jasmine, did you get the invitation?” Ynda’s voice was gentle as ever.


    “Yes, I received it.”


    Jasmine replied calmly.


    Ynda was different from Lana Fern, facing Lana Fern, she still had some courage.


    But Ynda, her gentleness left her emotionless.


    “I’m d you got it. I’ve always wanted to invite you, but I heard you were overseas, it took a while to find your address, and I was afraid the invitation might get lost.”


    “It didn’t, I received it.”


    “That’s good to hear, sorry it’s a littlete, hope you don’t mind.”