Isabella visits Jasmine in his house

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

It was evening and everywhere was cold. Isabella had dropped from a taxi and looked around widly. The environment seemed so serene, and she loved the smell from the gardens. It was a bursting rows of purple hibiscus and bougainvillea, and they appealed mostly to her. She had grown up admiring flowers in the way that her sister did. Their father had once worked as a Gardener before he ventured into ranching. They were lovers of flowers. She had wondered if this place was really the house of Jasmine. It seemed quite beautiful and peaceful. The modest houses where families found their peace but he stayed alone. She had delivered this thought to her mind, to make sense out of all she had said.

She removed the paper from her bag which she had written the address. It was similar and her expression was awe. It didn't seem quite true to her because many things ran through her head. Isabella thought about how he could afford this luxurious house and the th