Chapter 1540: Chapter 1540: Disappointment After Hope
Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but glance at herself in the mirror twice, then shyly nodded. "Okay."
The long lace-trimmed dress featured a design embellished with small crystals at the neckline, luxurious yet understated.
"If you like it, get one. We can keep looking at other things."
"Alright." She nodded, obedient as a little lamb.
Sylvan Cheney looped his arm around her waist and lowered his head to say, "Why are you being so well-behaved today?"
"Huh?" Jasmine Yale laughed, her eyes curving into crescents. "Isn’t there a saying about ’the husband sings, and the wife follows’?"
Sylvan Cheney stayed silent for a few seconds.
Jasmine Yale thought she had said something wrong and looked straight at him.
After a while, he finally spat out two words: "Good phrase."
After speaking, he kept his arm around her waist and continued picking other dresses.
The mall was full of dazzling choices, with a wide variety of styles.
One after another, he helped her pick out dresses and shoes, all things she would wear after the season changed.
"Bring all these clothes with you to Chicago at that time," he said calmly.
Jasmine Yale was trying on a pair of champagne-colored high heels when she heard his words. Her fingers paused mid-motion. Was today their last shopping trip together?
She lowered her gaze, said nothing, and kept her head down as she slipped the shoes onto her feet.
"I’ll go to Chicago with you."
Jasmine Yale froze.
She turned her head, lifted her eyes to look at him. Her gaze was filled with confusion.
What did he say? Go with her?
"You mean it?" She stared at his deep, luminous eyes.
"Yes."
Jasmine Yale’s heart raced uncontrollably, pounding faster and faster, as a faint blush spread across her face.
He said he would go to Chicago with her.
That meant some things had been resolved, right?
Her heart couldn’t stop the beating as she cautiously asked, "This time when you go with me, how long will you stay?"
"Depends on how long you’re willing to let me stay in your little apartment."
Jasmine Yale waved her hand. "My little apartment’s too small. We’ll get a bigger one."
"Oh? Then you’re covering the rent."
"I don’t mind."
"Alright, fine. Once we’re in Chicago, you’ll have to take care of me," Sylvan Cheney said.
Jasmine Yale shot him a resentful look. Really? Take care of him? He was hard to take care of!
"Too much trouble?" Sylvan Cheney raised an eyebrow.
"No, no problem," Jasmine Yale forced a fake smile.
Way too much trouble, alright? Just his picky eating and daily need for freshly changed sheets were enough to give her a headache.
"Oh, then no problem," Sylvan Cheney replied nonchalantly. "How are the shoes coming along?"
"Pretty good. Let me walk a few steps; you can see if they look nice or not." Saying this, Jasmine Yale stood up.
The champagne-colored heels shaped her legs to appear particularly long and charming, each step an aura of allure.
"They’re good. Very nice," Sylvan Cheney said, staring at her shoes for a long time.
Jasmine Yale felt happy. Maybe it was because he said he’d go to Chicago with her.
Despite that, a sense of unease lingered in her heart. She was always afraid that the past might repeat itself.
She wasn’t afraid of waiting. She was afraid of the disappointment that came after hope.
That kind of disappointment was one of the most agonizing forms of suffering in life.
Just like that time on his birthday—she wasn’t afraid to wait, only afraid that her waiting wouldn’t bring him.
Her wailing and tears that night had been because he didn’t keep his promise.
Now, she was still afraid, terrified that he’d make promises he wouldn’t follow through on.
If that were the case, it was better not to give her hope at all.
Sylvan Cheney showed her a few more beautiful pairs of shoes—some flats, some heels—all suitable for different occasions.
He had a good eye, and every pair of shoes he selected suited her very well.