Jasmine beamed with joy, reminiscent of a child receiving her favorite treat, when she learned that Charlie intended to create a talisman just for her.


    While she had no idea what the talisman would look like or how it would function, the thought that Charlie wanted to craft it himself for her was more than enough to elevate her spirits to new heights.


    With tears of gratitude in her eyes, she eximed, “Master Wade, you are incredibly kind to me! I truly don’t know how to show my appreciation!”


    Inside, her thoughts echoed, ‘If only I could devote my life to repay your kindness! I long to be by your side forever and share our lives together.’


    Yet, how could she, the proud young mistress of a prominent family, ever voice such sentiments aloud?<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Charlie, on the other hand, remained rtively unaffected. He held friendship, righteousness, and gratitude in high regard.


    Although Jasmine was not his benefactor, she was a reliable and wise friend, someone he valued greatly.


    He appreciated having such a friend by his side, feeling a genuine sincerity in their bond.


    Moreover, Charlie sensed that Jasmine was different from his other friends; their connection had a distinct and special quality.


    Charlie held a deep admiration for Jasmine’s character and demeanor.


    He believed they shared a simr fate, both hailing from affluent families yet having lost their parents at a young age.


    Jasmine’s life had been slightly more fortunate; at least she remained with her family and hadn’t found herself in a different situation.<fndfda> Updates are released by find·novel</fndfda>


    This admiration and appreciation for their friendship naturally fueled Charlie’s desire to look out for her, a simple and instinctive feeling between friends.


    In fact, Jasmine intentionally drove at a rxed pace, hoping to extend their time alone together in the car.


    The magnificent river separated the Moore family mansion from Thompson First, where Charlie resided. As they approached the bridge, Jasmine turned to him, her eyes sparkling with admiration and hope, and asked, “Master Wade, if you’re not in a rush, would you join me for a stroll by the riverside?”


    Charlie nodded and replied, “Sure.”


    Jasmine’s face lit up with excitement as she said, “Great! I know a secluded spot where we can walk by the river and enjoy the breeze.”


    She then guided the car along a small road that ran parallel to the river. After driving for a couple of kilometers, Jasmine parked on the roadside and announced, “There’s a path leading down to the river. Let’s get out here.”


    Charlie agreed, opened the door, and stepped out.


    Though the weather was growing cooler, it didn’t bother him at all.


    Jasmine had donned a fur coat over the elegant evening dress she wore to her birthday celebration, clutching a red Hermes handbag in her hand.


    As the brisk wind swept around them, her long, silky hair danced in the air, with a few strands yfully brushing her face, creating a captivating and alluring scene.


    With no one else in sight, Jasmine inhaled deeply, embracing the wind, and shared with a bright smile, “I’ve always loved spending time by the river since I was a child, but as I’ve grown older, my schedule has be busier, leaving me less time to enjoy this tranquility.”


    She then turned to Charlie and said, “Master Wade, let’s head down to the river.”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>