"Okay then, I’ll see you there,"
Yasmine agreed obediently.
Yasmine wore a thick down jacket. When she was halfway to the airport, thick snow began falling from the sky. When she arrived at the airport, she took her suitcase and ran into the departure hall. She patted herself down when she reached shelter and grumbled: "What kind of weather is this? I don’t even need to go to Hokkaido to see snow anymore."
After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Sebastian still had not arrived. She dialed his number. The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. "Hello?"
When she heard his voice, she felt nervous. Why did his voice sound so heavy?
"Are you here yet?"
"Yasmine, I’m sorry. We won't be able to go today. I have something important to do now."
Her heart thumped, and she was petrified on the spot. After a long while, she sniffed her red nose and asked, "Something important? I thought our trip was important."
Sebastian felt a little guilty. "I've asked Fynn to bring you home. I’ll see you at night."
Yasmine hung up the phone in a daze. She could no longer describe her feelings; complicated, sad, and upset. Ten minutes later, Fynn arrived at the airport. He rushed to Yasmine with an umbrella and said, "Madam, President Sebastian has something to do, so he asked me to send you home."
She did not say anything and silently got into the car.
The car engine started, speeding across the white snow ground. Yasmine leaned her head against the window and assured herself: “It’s fine, I don’t have to see snow in Hokkaido, I can see snow right here. It’s fine, it doesn’t have to be the two of us, I can be alone."
Through the mirror, Fynn saw that Yasmine was in a bad mood, so he comforted her casually, "Madam, it's just being postponed. You can go there later."
"Where is he now?"
"He went out."
Yasmine immediately noticed a flicker in his eyes and asked, "What did he go out for?"
"Well... I didn't ask."
"You didn’t ask or you just don’t want to tell me?" Yasmine pressed on.
"I didn't ask."
"Fynn, are you still going to lie to me? I know you’re the worst at lying. So if you want the best for him, you better tell me everything because I’m the only one who can help him start afresh."
Yasmine made Fynn waver a little. He actually wanted to be frank from the beginning.
"I heard that Abigail Tanner is back." His words were like a bomb, blowing Yasmine Taylor's brain apart. The car was equipped with a heating system and she was wearing thick warm clothes, but she still could not stop trembling.
It was very cold.
"How did he know?"
"On the way to the company in the morning, he saw a familiar figure and he went after the person. He’s still looking for the person right now."
Yasmine’s heart ached, but she did not want to speak anymore.
Fynn understood that she was in a bad mood, so he said appeasingly, "Don't worry, no one can change President Sebastian’s feelings for you."
"Not even Abigail?"
"I... think so."
He thought so? What a sarcastic praise. Even a fool knew that he could not be sure.
The car stopped outside the Mansion House. Yasmine got out of the car in a daze. The guard took her luggage and held an umbrella over her head. She asked Fynn, "Do you want to go in?"
"No, I still have something to do at the company."
Fynn gave her a meaningful look, then drove the car away.
When her mother-in-law saw that she came back in less than an hour, she was surprised and asked: "Didn’t you say that you were going on a trip? Why are you back so soon?"
"It got postponed," Yasmine answered in a weak voice.
"Postponed? Why?"
"It's a little inconvenient for him now."
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