Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 490

Chapter 490: Chapter 490: The Intimate Posture of Two People

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Tomer glanced at her shopping cart and flipped through a couple of items.

“Miss Yale, the leaves on this cabbage are a bit wilted, you should be careful when picking. And these eggs, did you pick the cheap ones? You should get those over there.” Tomer pointed out.

“Oh, okay.” Jasmine Yale nodded, pushing the cart towards the eggs, “I’ll buy again.”

Tomer also pushed his cart and followed.

“Miss Yale, you were accustomed to a life of luxury at the Cheney Residence, but now you live alone, and you should learn some things.”

“I know, thank you, Tomer.” She understood.

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“Let me choose for you.” Tomer chose a few eggs for her, “Don’t mind the extra pennies, not at your own expense.”

“Okay.”

“Work hard, supporting yourself isn’t difficult, it’s just that compared with your past life, there’s sure to be a gap, you should be mentally prepared.”

“I know.”

“When you’re out on your own, don’t behave like a missy. When you were at the Cheney Residence, you didn’t know how to wash dishes or select vegetables, you need to learn these things.”

“Okay.” Jasmine politely responded, “I was never really a missy.”

Tomer wasn’t fond of lecturing her in the past, but three years later, Tomer seemed like a changed person.

“If you think that way, it’s best, you were spoiled by Mr. Cheney before, but in the future, you’ll have to depend on yourself. Mr. Cheney is married now, he can’t take care of you.”

“I know.”

“Miss Yale, you being a single woman, it would be best if you kept a distance from Mr. Cheney to avoid rumors.”

Jasmine didn’t speak again, and continued quietly selecting vegetables.

This was probably what Tomer really wanted to say to her.

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She knew Tomer was fond of Yolanda Fern and Lana Fern… so it was normal for him to dislike her.

“Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney being a man, it wouldn’t matter, but you’re still young, if this gets out, it wouldn’t be good. I’ve kept your past a secret.”

“Thanks, Tomer, there really is nothing happening between Mr. Cheney and me.”

“Best if there’s nothing. I’m just considering what’s best for you. I treat you like a granddaughter.”

Tomer casually chose a few eggs for her, and also got her some cabbage and lotus root slices.

“Tomer, I need to pay, and if there’s nothing else, see you next time.” Jasmine smiled.

“Okay.”

Tomer didn’t hold her back to talk any further.

Jasmine pushed her cart towards the cashier. There wasn’t much in common to talk about between her and Tomer, especially not now.

The weather was good today, just a bit too cold.

After leaving the supermarket, Jasmine wrapped her scarf tightly around herself and headed back home with her shopping bags.

As she walked, she suddenly noticed a familiar Bentley.

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The car was too familiar because she had just seen it not long ago.

It was Zaiden Santos’ car.

Jasmine stopped in her tracks and saw a petite and charming girl, arm in arm with Zaiden Santos, walking out of the mall from not too far away.

The girl was wearing a mask, while Zaiden Santos was sporting sunglasses.

He was tall and steady, while she was petite and clingy.

The girl was nestling at Zaiden Santos’ side, occasionally looking up to exchange words with him.

She looked at Zaiden Santos with a gentle and adoring gaze.

Zaiden Santos was smiling all the while, occasionally bending down to respond to her comments.

Jasmine stood still at her spot.

This woman was not Ann Nolan.

And the intimate attitude between these two was just like a couple’s.

Even more so, Zaiden Santos carried the woman into the car.

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Jasmine was sure she was not mistaken, the man was Zaiden Santos.

She felt a bit uncomfortable in her heart.