Chapter 998 A Lover Who Would Never Leave

Chapter 998 A Lover Who Would Never Leave Dale glanced at Yasmin. He didn’t speak again but looked out the window silently. The sky grew dark. Today's work was over. The sound of discussion gradually weakened and everyone was ready to go home to reunite with their families. He was the only lonely man and no one loved him. "It's time to go!" Dale stood up and told Yasmin, who was lying, and then he walked out. Yasmin opened her eyes and had a headache. She rubbed her temples and said, "Okay, I got it." After saying that, she got up and covered her cheeks hard with ice to make the swelling down quickly. At that time, the phone suddenly rang. Yasmin picked up and looked at the screen. It was Richard. He had been looking for her a lot lately. Yasmin picked up the phone, "Hello, Mr. Goodman." "Well, it's me." Richard didn’t seem to change his tone, "About the charity dinner, the company has already confirmed the plan. Charles let me ask you myself. Are you satisfied?" Yasmin smiled faintly, "You are more experienced in this kind of thing. If you think it's okay, then it's okay." She was unfamiliar with charity dinner. Richard froze for a moment. The feeling of being trusted made him feel strange. It was like a mountain finally met a bird willing to roost in there. "Okay." Then Richard didn’t know what to say and didn’t want to hang up the phone. After returning to A City, he had been working hard in an attempt to forget the figure that lingered in his mind. But all his efforts were wasted when Charles talked about the charity dinner. At that moment, he suddenly wanted to hear Yasmin's voice. He wanted it so much that he missed Yasmin even more than he missed the food at home when he first left the country. He was in great fear and anxiety. But finally he called Yasmin. Fortunately, the phone was connected. The good thing was that he finally heard Yasmin's voice. But… It was hard for him to hang up the phone. Yasmin was confused and asked, "Mr. Goodman?" Maybe he was too busy, so he had actually put the phone aside. She was about to hang up when she suddenly heard Richard's low voice over there, "If you have time, let's have dinner together. It’s better to discuss the specifics in person." Yasmin agreed without hesitation. When Richard heard the answer, he felt that all the cells in his body were going to gush out from his chest. A feeling of joy that he had never felt before covered his body like seawater. "Great!" His voice trembled slightly. "Then let's make an appointment then." Yasmin said briskly. But she didn’t realize that her words made him look forward to it so much. Richard still felt excited after he hung up. He was just like a child who finally got his beloved toy and his face showed a cheerful look. "In such a good mood?" Charles entered the room with the same joyful look on his face. The joy on their faces was the same. "Hum." Richard lifted his head and looked at Charles guiltily. Charles rubbed his temples and said, "This is the information of the Goodman family. You should pay close attention to it." "Okay." Richard nodded and glanced at Charles put on his jacket. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you going home?" Recently, Charles had been getting off work early. Richard was not used to Charles, who was different from before. Charles nodded, "Yes." "I think you have a body clock inside that urges you to go home when the time comes." In the past, Charles was a workaholic who would rather spend time in the theater than go home. But he became more domesticated. It was amazing. Charles smiled pleasantly, "When you meet your Miss Right, you will know how pleasant it is to go home every day." Then Charles left. Richard looked at Charles's back with a helpless smile. ‘I seem to have met Miss Right, but probably I will never know how pleasant it is to go home in my life. Richard turned his head to look at the information in his hands, but another person's appearance kept coming into his mind. … Yasmin decided to go home when she was sure that the fingerprints on her face were no longer visible. If Charles had seen it, he would definitely have asked what happened. So it was better to save trouble. Sitting in the back seat of the car, Yasmin looked at the scenery outside the window without thinking. Luke, who was driving, thought that Yasmin had something on her mind. So he didn't say anything but drove silently. The car shuttled quietly through the streets and blended into the crowds. After closing her eyes for rest for ten minutes, Yasmin opened her eyes and found that the car didn't seem to move at all. "Are we stuck in traffic jam?" She leaned forward to look at the road ahead in the gap between the passenger and driver seats. Luke nodded, "Yes, it's in the rush hour." Yasmin took out her phone, "I’m lucky. It was you driving. If it was Charles driving today, I don't know if I would have made it back alive." She was joking about herself, which was very usual and ordinary, but it made people feel very sweet. Luke looked back at Yasmin and said sincerely, "Mrs. Moore, it's so nice for Mr. Moore to meet you." Yasmin looked up and said, "I thought you were going to say it was a great honor for me to meet Charles." Luke suddenly turned red and argued, "Oh! No! What I said is true!" Looking at Luke's face that was about to cry, Yasmin smiled slightly, "I'm joking. Of course, meeting me is Charles's great honor. But being together with Charles has cost me all my luck for the rest of my life." Yasmin leaned against the window and looked at the cars slowly driving by, "But I really don't regret it!" Even if all her good fortune was used up, she would never regret it. Because she was lucky enough to spend the rest of her life with Charles. The car finally moved. Like a matchbox, the cars on the road moved slowly one after another. Yasmin suddenly remembered that when she was a little girl, her favorite story was The Little Match Girl. In the end, the little match girl saw her grandmother who loved her most in the flames and then followed her grandmother to the happy paradise. She always believed that this was the final ending. Even if the story would always appear in the last paragraph, the next day people would find a small body lying in the thick snow. But she still believed that the matches were leading to happiness. She once made a wish on the matches. She was willing to run out her luck in exchange for a lover who would never leave. Now, her wish came true.