Chapter 327 Edgar's Unwavering Interest in Jasmine
Annabelle opened her mouth, her palms sweaty with anxiety. This was truly a dilemma with no easy way out.
She was neither advancing nor retreating at this point.
She gritted her teeth and glared at Jasmine with resentment.
Jasmine wouldn't miss the chance to step on Annabelle. "Annabelle, that's great. With Coco's words, I can rest assured. We compete fairly, and no matter who wins or loses, it won't affect our friendship."
If Annabelle lost, she mustn't couldn’t be a sore loser.
She can't play any tricks behind the scenes. If Coco knew , she would definitely get angry.
Nolan got angry when he heard Jasmine speak. "Whose person are you? You are my assistant, not Ethan's, taking my salary and still talking about fair competition."
"Is your throat feeling better? Why don't you go out for a run? I see you've been idle lately," Coco glared at Nolan.
Nolan fell silent, wearing a look of resentment on his face.
Ever since he met Jasmine, he has lost his status in this household.
He used to be firm in the Cunninghams, but now each one of them bullies him.
Nolan was feeling very aggrieved, but as a professional, domineering CEO, he couldn't show it.
Jasmine ate happily, and with Coco's fair competition, she felt reassured.
After she felt better, her appetite increased significantly as well.
Ethan was happy to see that.
Jasmine's confidence slowly starts to come back little by little.
"Jasmine, I've signed you up for a personal training session at the gym. Your body is too weak. It would be best if you had some exercise to boost your immunity," Ethan said mysteriously as they headed back.
On the way, Ethan took Jasmine to the Liberty Tower Plaza.
"But it's also nice when you take me to exercise," Jasmine was a bit socially anxious.
"The teacher recognized you," Ethan held Jasmine's hand.
Jasmine paused for a moment. The fitness instructor, does she know her? That's impossible.
Upon exiting the elevator, Jasmine froze.
In Allison Dance Studio.
This is not a fitness class. It's a dance class.
Allison was Jasmine's ballet teacher, and she used to be a key leader of the Silverlight City Ballet Company.
When Jasmine was eighteen, she took the stage to perform a ballet solo, filling in for Ms. Allison.
At that time, it caused a sensation in the entire ballet scene of Silverlight City.
Allison's reputation as a teacher has also been established.
"Jasmine, long time no see," said Ms. Allison. Now in her forties, time had not left any marks on her face, making her look just like she did in her twenties.
"Hello, Ms. Allison," Jasmine said nervously, clasping her hands tightly, feeling a bit awkward and unsure.
Her eye sockets felt a bit warm and reddish. Jasmine turned around to look at Ethan. "Don't worry, I have plenty of time to spend with you."
Justin also chimed in, "Mom, I have plenty of time to spend with you. Dad and I agreed that I would pick you up after work every day to practice dancing, and then we'd go home to eat, sleep, and study. It works out perfectly."
Jasmine stood still for a while before speaking hesitantly, "Ms. Allison. It's been many years since I last practiced martial arts. I'm basically stiff now."
Allison took Jasmine's hand and led her into the dance studio. "Do you know? The year you had your accident, I actually had one, too. My boyfriend of eight years cheated on me. I was so distracted that I got hit by a car and ended up with three fractured vertebrae. I had to lie down for a whole six months."
"At that time, I also thought my dancing career was about to come to an end. I lived decadence and self-blame all day long, feeling pain and indulging in self-destructive behavior for a full two years. . I was carried away by dopamine for two years, surrendering to the pleasure of dopamine, eating sweets, eating fried foods, and gaining weight from around 88 pounds to 132 pounds."
Allison pulled Jasmine to sit on the bench. "Later, someone told me that instead of succumbing to dopamine, it's better to pursue endorphins. Dopamine is indulging in one's pleasure, while endorphins are about training oneself, experiencing pain, and receiving rewards from the body."
Jasmine stared at Allison. Had Ms. Allison also been through so much?
"From that day on, I started exercising again. I would wake up early every morning on an empty stomach and do 3 miles of aerobic exercise, jump rope, resistance training, and stretching dance. I began to become disciplined, carving out a new path for myself. Although it was painful, after experiencing that pain, the reward that my body gave me was endorphins, which brought about an ultimate sense of happiness."
Allison held Jasmine's hand. "So, no matter when or where, whether in adversity or prosperity, one must always maintain oneself, have a clear understanding of oneself, love oneself, in order to be loved by more people."
Jasmine glanced sideways at Ethan and Justin sitting at the door of the dance studio, nodded tearfully, and said, "Ms. Allison, you're right. No matter what kind of darkness and hell we may be in, as long as we persist in walking out, we can always encounter our sunshine and redemption. Even if no one comes to save us, we must save ourselves."
Allison nodded with relief, never expecting thatshe would be able to teach Jasmine again many years later.
In her career, Jasmine was the most talented one, with the best body proportions and condition.
"Come on, let's slowly recover and refine ourselves. The process may be painful, but the results will amaze you."
Allison warmed up Jasmine, did basic skills training, practiced standing posture, and danced.
Although she hasn't danced in over six years, Jasmine's foundation is still there.
She moved gracefully, with each gesture and stretch creating a stunning picture.
Ethan looked at Jasmine in the dance mirror and rubbed Justin, who was already stunned. "Is Mom beautiful?"
Justin nodded. "Mom is the most beautiful."
"My wife."
Ethan raised the corners of his mouth, boasting as he spoke.
In the Racing Club.
Mitchell got out of the race car and threw his helmet to the assistant.
"Edgar, you can't do it. You've lost to me several times."
Edgar was distracted and paid no attention to Mitchell.
"Are you still thinking about Jasmine? She was Ethan's wife, so stop thinking about her," Mitchell bumped into Edgar.
"Where exactly is Ethan better than me?" Edgar was very unconvinced.
"Oh, just a few days ago, Jasmine got injured on her face. They said it was quite serious," Mitchell took off his racing suit. "It really scared me. Who dares to hurt Jasmine? That's just asking for trouble. I'm afraid her face might scar, so I contacted the best plastic surgeon in Silverlight City. Do you know? The best plastic surgeon."
Mitchell gritted his teeth.
"What do you think happened?" Mitchell continued. .
Edgar was only worried about Jasmine. "Jasmine got hurt on her face? When did it happen? I am going to visit her."
"Didn't you see her today? Was her face injured?" Mitchell sighed deeply to the sky, wondering why there were so many fools in this world.
"No," Edgar shook his head.
"I invited people to Ethan's house, specifically for Jasmine's consultation. In the end, just like that, a small, light cut. I arrived a bit late, and that tiny cut was already invisible," Mitchell gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. "Do you know how much he embarrassed me? The plastic surgeon left Ethan's house laughing, laughing at me the whole way!"
The clown turned out to be himself.
"That's serious, too." Edgar obviously found common ground with Ethan.
Mitchell rolled his eyes and walked away.
Edgar was still immersed in the heartbreak, head down when he accidentally bumped into a person wearing a helmet who had just gotten out of a race car.
Hedidn't wear a helmet. Despite being tall, he lowered his head, and his chin still hit the other person's helmet.
"Sorry!" Edgar quickly apologized.
The person took off the helmet and shook her long hair back, exuding a queenly vibe.
Edgar paused for a moment. This woman was just too beautiful.
"Watch where you're walking. Your eyes are for looking at the road," the woman said as she tossed the helmet to her assistant. She pointed at her eyes with two fingers, then at the road, and walked away coldly.
Edgar stood still and gazed for a long time.
Mitchell walked over and kicked me. "Stop staring. Weren't you infatuated with Jasmine? You change your mind pretty quickly."
"That woman who just beat you! Her car, 335!"
Mitchell was also taken aback, his pride wounded. A woman, of all things?
"What is her name?" Mitchell asked.
"Who? Princess Chang of Everglow Innovations. The heiress of the Everglow Innovations, just returned to the country."
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