Worth

chapter 9 

I was also grateful for the chance to wake up from the illusion of love. 

An unhealthy relationship had cost me too much. 

That intoxicating feeling of love had made me lose my ability to think, even consider giving up my life. It was terrifying. 

It wasn’t like me. 

My life shouldn’t have such mistakes. 

In my first year after transferring to the provincial team, I finally started my official duties. 

After a period of training, I was now fully capable of handling large–scale firefighting operations. 

Throughout this time, Ian had been by my side. 

As my direct superior, I could clearly see that he had different thoughts about me. 

But it was too difficult for me to respond. 

I had once been uneasy, asking him if my transfer was due to his behind–the–scenes manipulation. 

But he firmly denied it, saying that the provincial team had wanted to recruit me since my first media exposure. 

I finally felt some peace of mind, but still couldn’t respond to him openly. 

I was afraid, afraid of becoming my former self again. 

The first time I rejected him, he didn’t say much. 

He just smiled calmly and said he could wait a bit longer. 

I couldn’t describe how I felt, my heart was bitter and conflicted. 

A few days ago, someone from the local team came for an exchange. 

I heard that Yannis had broken up with Wendy, and after I applied for the transfer, he had been trying hard to come and be with me. 

But the provincial team had made it clear that they wouldn’t select new members for three years. 

That’s for the best. I didn’t want to see him again. 

I didn’t know how Yannis felt now, or why he wanted to find me. 

I had clearly said we were breaking up before I left, and for all these years, I had been focusing on improving myself, never paying attention to outside gossip. 

I really couldn’t think about him anymore. 

Even when I came back, I had no intention of following any news about him. 

But I didn’t expect to encounter Yannis so soon. 

In recent months, extreme weather had increased, and a sudden disaster struck the city. The provincial team dispatched a batch of rescue personnel from neighboring cities. 

The team leader from River City was Yannis. 

“Hello, I’m Jasmine Shaw from the provincial team,” I introduced myself. 

Yannis was stunned for a moment, his intense gaze fixed on me for a long time before he finally extended his hand. “Long time no see,” 

He said, gripping my hand tightly until the supervisor’s whistle reminded him to let go reluctantly. 

The rescue mission was demanding, but fortunately, I wasn’t assigned to the same group as him, which spared me from awkward moments and allowed me to focus on work without distractions. 

However, when we were close, I often felt a burning gaze upon me. 

Every time I looked, it was indeed him. 

At such moments, I would avert my eyes, deliberately avoiding his gaze. 

During the evening rest, he couldn’t resist coming to find me. 

“Jasmine, can we talk? Please,” he pleaded. 

Seeing his humble demeanor, I ultimately agreed.