Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146: Becoming a Married Woman

She voluntarily hung up the phone, mist gathering in her clear eyes, as if veiled by hazy tears.

She tilted her head back slightly, swallowing all her tears without much feeling.

Her heart, however, heaved tumultuously, unsettled.

It had been many years since she last felt this way. Over the past five years, she had lived a life blurred by intoxication and dreams, her heart having long grown numb.

But now, the area around her heart suddenly felt a pulsation.

Regaining her composure, she turned around and unlocked her door with a key.

The house he had bought was truly remarkable, sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting light on the floors.

The dark grey wooden floors showed a unique gloss, making the space bright and spacious.

When the wind blew, the white gauze curtains fluttered gently, resembling a fairyland.

The decoration was minimalist, unpretentious, with an overall light blue hue, like babbling brooks.

Lilac Serval stood quietly in the vast living room, as though immersed in an ocean.

There were three bedrooms here; Charles Mcintosh had always stayed in the master bedroom, and his clothes he hadn’t taken were still in the wardrobe, mostly black and white.

His belongings were also in the bathroom, left untouched, as if he had never returned to Landon.

After a long while, Lilac Serval withdrew her thoughts.

This place was hers from now on.

She silently moved her flowerpots, clothes, books… relocating from the rented house to the new one.

She wasn’t being overly courteous with Charles Mcintosh, moving all his belongings to the rented house.

This arrangement allowed her to sleep in the master bedroom, and if Little Chale Cheney came over, he would stay in the neighboring secondary bedroom.

It was much more spacious than before, which was better.

Although she was not keen on dealing with Charles Mcintosh, she couldn’t be too harsh since she had gained a bargain.

However, she had spent all her savings and probably couldn’t afford to go to bars for a while.

Calming down, Charles Mcintosh’s words still made her feel somewhat creeped out.

A marriage certificate?

She could feel that he was trying to compensate her, to sympathize with her, possibly because he saw she was living poorly, even her house being rented.

But she didn’t need anyone’s sympathy; her life might be miserable, but it hadn’t reached a point of warranting pity.

She also had no plans to transform herself into a married woman.

Lilac Serval spent the afternoon tidying up the room, then sent Charles Mcintosh photos.

“Does it look good?”

Charles Mcintosh replied to her message, “It looks good.”

“Your stuff is in the house I rent, you’ll pay the rent yourself when it’s due.”

“…”

Charles Mcintosh closely examined the photos she sent, they really did look good.

New plants had been added to the balcony, brimming with life.

The bedroom had also taken on brighter hues, colors of her cosmetics and clothing, vivid and striking.

“That white landlord of mine is quite troublesome, be careful.”

“…”

Charles Mcintosh could see that she was pleased.

Usually, she might not bother talking to him, but this time she initiated conversation and even sent him photos.

Charles Mcintosh’s lips curved upward as he put away his phone.

…

Landon, Saturday.

The sun was brilliant.

Jasmine Yale quietly flew back from Cakago.

She hadn’t told anyone, just took a few days off from school and also from Aunt Camden.

Stepping off the plane, the cold northern wind howled, slapping against her face.

She wrapped her scarf tightly, only her large, black grape-like eyes visible.

Beneath her eyes, were misty vapors.

With one hand dragging her suitcase and the other tucked into her coat pocket.

The winter in Landon was as bitterly cold as ever.

Despite being bundled up tightly, she still felt the chill.