Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Mr. Cheney, people should know when to be ashamed.” Jasmine Yale glared at him, “If you don’t leave now, I’ll call my boyfriend.”

“Is your boyfriend that Hans Colin?”

Danger flashed across Sylvan Cheney’s eyes.

“Yes.”

“Stay away from him.”

“It’s none of your business.”

Jasmine hated his overly controlling nature the most.

She had absolutely no connection to him.

Not before, not now.

And certainly not in future.

Maybe she once held affection for him, but after losing her baby, she no longer harbored any positive feelings for him.

A man who could actually hurt his own child, how utterly heartless must he be?

Sylvan also detested her ice-cold demeanor. She wasn’t like this three years ago.

Back then, he used to come home late due to work.

Yet, every night, she would wait for him on the couch. Sometimes, she’d be watching TV; at other times, she’d already fallen asleep.

No matter the season, she was always waiting.

The moment the front door creaked open, and he appeared, she would instantly jump from the couch like a little kitty and bring him his slippers.

Back then she was petite, and when he changed his shoes, he would bend down, pat her fluffy head, and ask softly, “Aren’t you going to bed yet?”

Every time, the answer was the same: “I’m waiting for you.”

I’m waiting for you.

Back then, she was genuinely innocent.

Three years later, she’s changed completely.

Feeling an unprovoked irritation in his chest, Sylvan reached into his trouser pocket for his pack of cigarettes.

But, he’d left the pack in his car.

“Mr. Cheney, are you leaving or not?” Jasmine began to urge him to leave.

“What if I don’t?”

“Then I’m leaving.”

Saying that, Jasmine started to stand up.

The high heels fit perfectly, but she wasn’t wearing them out. She bent down to take them off.

Sylvan Cheney grabbed her wrist in one fell swoop!

Jasmine lost her balance and fell onto the bed.

Sylvan Cheney bent over, his arms resting on either side of her, his brows furrowed and his gaze sharp.

“The question you texted me last time, I’m going to answer it.”

Sylvan Cheney stared at her solemnly, his tone authoritarian and incontestable.

The pounding in her chest quickened; her palms were getting warmer.

Jasmine was completely baffled, what???

When did she ever text him a question?

Did Sylvan mix her up with some other woman again?

Upon thinking of this, Jasmine frowned: “I didn’t ask you any questions.” “You!” Sylvan’s face instantly darkened, his mood thrown off completely, “Jasmine Yale, do you have a habit of denying things you’ve done?”

“I think you might be misunderstanding something, I truly never asked you any questions. If I did, I must have sent the message to the wrong person.”

Jasmine had no idea what was going on with him. She had never sent him any messages!

Not to mention asking any damn questions!

He must have read it wrong!

He’s not even old yet, how could he be so visually impaired!

“So, what about us sleeping together? Are you going to deny that too?” Sylvan Cheney’s face darkened, his tone chillingly cold.

“Sylvan, can you stop bringing this up every time we meet?”

Sylvan scoffed coldly, “Seems like, you haven’t forgotten.”

“Did I do something wrong? Okay? I was young and inexperienced then, I made a mistake that I regret all my life. I have already confessed and reflected on it. I did wrong, okay?”

Damn it, after knowing each other for twelve years, why is there a need for this?

After sleeping together once, are the women Sylvan ever slept with that few? Why was she the only one who he couldn’t let go of?