YM778.TV Chapter 309: If You Want to Die, Don't Drag Others With You
A week?
Jasmine Yale nodded, “Ok, take care of yourself, call me if anything happened.”
However, it seemed like calling her would be pointless.
“Yes, you too, take care of yourself. Don’t always eat instant noodles at home. Why do I see so many packages of them?” Peyenne Jones looked around the room.
“I bought them in case I would be hungry at night, you don’t need to worry, have fun.”
“Alright, I am going to pack now!”
“Hmm… by the way, where is Lincoln Lamar?”
“Him?” Peyenne’s voice lowered, “He had an accident while filming in Thailand, he’s still there. Why ask about him? Want an autograph?”
“No, no, just asking. I think he’s quite handsome, maybe you can get his autograph for me sometime.”
“Handsome, my ass.” Peyenne Jones made a face of disdain.
“Is his injury better?”
“I don’t know.”
Peyenne’s tone was indifferent.
“Oh, you go pack. It’s raining, go to sleep early.”
The two chatted for a while before hanging up.
It’s been a long time since Jasmine Yale had dinner with Peyenne Jones.
They were both, too busy.
She dared not tell Peyenne Jones about her living at the Cheney Residence.
Quietness returned to the car while the rain outside was still heavy.
The windows had blurred out, water droplets pooled into streaks, streaming down continuously like bubbling brooks.
A thin layer of mist collected on the inside of the glass, gradually obscuring the view outside.
Jasmine Yale leaned her head back, eyes closed.
The headlights lit the way ahead, under the bright yellow light, the mist of the rain looked hazy, and the sky was low.
Water on the ground flowed towards the roadside. Soon, puddles formed one after another.
Leaves littered the ground, withered grass lay limp.
The windshield wipers moved incessantly across the glass.
Swoosh–
Just then, abruptly, the driver slammed on the brake.
Jasmine Yale’s body lurched forward, her head hitting the front!
“Fuck, standing in the middle of the road in the rain, if you want to die, don’t drag others into it!” cursed the driver angrily.
The car almost rammed into someone on this slippery rainy day!
“Huh?” Jasmine Yale rubbed her forehead and looked ahead.
Indeed, a man stood in the middle of the road, wearing a blue rain poncho, rainwater flowing down along his rain gear.
The rain was too heavy for her to make out the man’s face.
As soon as the car stopped, the man ran towards the taxi, hitting the window.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
“Freaking idiot!” The driver was also irritated.
They were almost reaching the villas, and suddenly someone shows up.
The man kept knocking on the car window.
The driver had no choice but to roll down the window.
“What’s the matter with you, standing in the middle of the road, ready to die? It’s late at night, if I were not driving slowly, all four wheels would have ran over you!” The driver barked.
Totally angry.
The man outside seemed as if he didn’t hear him and apologized while smiling. His rain poncho obscured half of his face.
He looked apologetically at the driver, then his gaze rested on Jasmine Yale in the backseat.
Jasmine Yale anxiously shrunk back into her seat.
She only saw the man’s eyes, oddly familiar.
Bloodshot eyes with vibrant red veins.
Familiar.
“Sir, can I get into the car?” The man spoke.
His voice was hoarse and low, with a suppressed tone.
“This is a taxi, not a bus. Can’t you see there’s a passenger?”
The driver was very irritable.
He could understand not being able to get a cab on a rainy day, but deliberately standing in the middle of the road; wasn’t that just madness?!
That voice—
Jasmine Yale shuddered all over.
With a “snap”, she failed to keep a grip on her phone, dropping it on the floor..