Snare of Love
Chapter 820 Someone Stole from Her

After looking at Armand's reply, Theresa put down her phone and sat on the bed's sides. She did not let the sadness drag her down for long, as she recomposed herself.

She tidied up the stuff that Armand gave her and got out of the room.

In the living room, Jessica was feeding some powdered milk to Joshua.

Theresa walked towards them, seeing the little sweat droplets on Joshua's forehead since he could be tired from eating all the powdered milk. Seeing him sucking on a pacifier, Theresa could not help but smile, played with his cheeks and said, "You're looking more and more like your mother."

Jessica added, "She does look like Lola."

"Well, he is her child, after all."

Joshua finished eating the powdered milk right then. Jessica took away the milk bottle as Theresa extended her arms and said, "Let me carry him."

Jessica obliged and instructed, "He just finished eating, so you'll have to carry him upright and lightly pat him in the back."

Theresa followed her instructions as she patted Joshua's smooth back lightly.

His whole body smelled like powdered milk, which was rather pleasant for Theresa. She kissed his cheeks, smiled and said, "I'm your godmother, kiddo." Jessica cleaned the bottle and placed it in the sterilization machine. She then stood next to it and looked at Theresa. Dolores walked next to her and did the same.

"What a shame," Jessica said regretfully.

Theresa could have had her own child, but now...

Dolores tapped her on the shoulder, and then she walked towards Theresa and touched her son's cheeks.

"I'm going back to City C," said Theresa.

Dolores was taken aback by her sudden response.

"We haven't divorced yet, so I don't really want to face him right now. After some time, when we've both calmed down and are willing to meet each other, I'll be back." A while later, she added, "Plus, I'll be back to visit you, and Joshua."

Theresa looked at Joshua warmly and said, "He's way too cute, I couldn't wait for the day when he will start calling his parents."

Dolores replied, "You'll have to wait for quite a while before that."

It would not be until he was a year and a half years old that he could start speaking.

"Well, since you've already made up your mind, I'm not gonna try to change your mind. I'll send you off whenever you wish," offered Dolores.

Theresa booked the last flight to City C. After Dolores sent her to the airport, it was already around ten in the night when she returned. Even then, Matthew was still at work, as ever since Abbott left for vacation, he had been extremely busy and spent a much longer time at work than before.

Though, Dolores had already gotten used to him coming back late.

On the same day, Jasmine had also travelled from City B to the city where Boyce was located via high-speed train.

She did not inform him beforehand as she wanted to surprise him.

Ever since the last time when Jasmine was pissed off, Boyce had been sending her a message whenever he was free. Most of the messages were trivial and boring questions, such as 'Have you eaten?', 'What did you eat?', 'What are you doing?', and 'Are you busy teaching?'.

Jasmine did not mind, however, no matter how lame the messages were, they were enough to keep her company. She knew full well that he was not particularly proficient at being lovey-dovey, so it was a given that he would not spew lovey-dovey words anywhere he went.

With these little greetings, while they were lame, Jasmine could feel his warmth from the other side of the screen.

She passed her interview and was due to go for her internship next week. As such, she was scared that she would be busy after that, so she wanted to meet him before the internship began.

Jasmine looked at the time, it was around an hour or so before she would reach her destination. She started to get excited, as she wondered would Boyce be surprised upon seeing her, or would he be happy. She smiled as she imagined his reaction.

Delighted, she looked outside the window and hoped that time passed faster so that she would reach the place and meet Boyce earlier.

She wanted to see his reaction when a random Jasmine decided to show up at his door.

A message popped up on her phone's screen, it was sent by Boyce which read, 'What's up?'

Jasmine saw that it was the same message that was sent yesterday as she could not help but smile. She replied, 'Sleeping.'

'Sleeping this early?'

'Well, not exactly. I'm thinking about you. I miss you.' Jasmine replied in a flash.

Upon seeing her message, Boyce started smiling while standing in a corridor. He only had time to message her after concluding a meeting, and her reply re-energized him in an instant. Then, he replied, 'I miss you, too.'

Jasmine blinked and typed, 'Want me to come and meet you, then?'

'There are no more trains scheduled around this time. Moreover, it's dangerous for you to travel alone.'

Jasmine smiled, 'Well I guess I'm better off sleeping then.'

'Yup.'

Jasmine was afraid that she remembered his address wrongly and wanted to reconfirm with him, "Hey, what's your address again? Can you resend it? I'll come over when I have time." Without a second thought, Boyce resent his address to her like the straightforward man that he was.

Upon seeing that the address was identical to the one that she remembered, she was relieved and replied, 'Well then, off I go to sleep. Good night.'

After that, she kept her phone in her bag and took a nap.

An hour or so later, the train stopped at its destination. Carrying her bag, she left the train and saw that there was a sizable crowd at the station, mostly people picking up their loved ones and taxi drivers. After exiting the station, she saw that it was raining quite heavily. She flagged down a nearby taxi, entered it, closed the door and told the driver Boyce's address.

As soon as she told him, the car started its journey.

Jasmine looked out the window again, thinking that she was about to meet Boyce soon. She was both excited and anxious, as she wondered if he would be surprised if he saw her.

It did not take long for the taxi to reach its destination. When Jasmine went for her purse, she realized that it was nowhere to be found. Panicked, she started turning the bag inside out but to no avail. To add to her misery, her phone had also vanished from her bag. It was then that she realized that a neat little hole was cut into the side of her bag.

It would appear that someone stole from her.