Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale determined that when she formally adopts Little Chale, she will definitely protect him well.

She won’t let him have any contact with Sylvan Cheney!

Definitely!

Their eyes met, tensions running high, the atmosphere somewhat chilling.

The back of Jasmine’s hand felt cold.

Sylvan was taller than her; he lowered his head, showing a demeanor of one looking down from a high position.

In terms of aura, she had already been bested to some degree.

Jasmine knew she was no match for Sylvan Cheney.

His gaze alone could kill her!

Just as she moved her lips, ready to speak, suddenly—

A woman wearing a pink fluffy dress came running up from the stairwell, sprained her ankle and fell at Sylvan’s feet.

“Ah!”

The woman cried out in a soft voice and reached out to grasp Sylvan’s leg.

Just at that moment, Sylvan stepped back quickly, shielding Jasmine behind him.

At the same time, he pulled out a gun from behind his waist and pointed it at the woman’s temple.

“Who are you?”

His cold gaze swept over her; his eyes were full of killing intent.

The surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees, filling the atmosphere with a deadly chill.

Jasmine instinctively stepped back, hiding behind him, her small hands clutching his shirt tightly.

Her mouth agape, she was terrified, hiding behind Sylvan Cheney, daring not to move.

For some reason, her first reaction wasn’t to run, but to hide behind him instead.

A habit developed over twelve years is hard to shake.

In the past, she had always been like this, hiding behind Sylvan Cheney whenever something happened.

When she was scolded by a teacher at a parent-teacher conference, she also hid behind Sylvan Cheney.

He brought her back home; she gave him a lot of trust.

In her eyes, he was her reliance and guardian.

In her eyes, he was the best.

But that was just once upon a time.

“No, no, don’t kill me…”

The woman was scared; she covered her head, shivering uncontrollably.

The cold barrel of the gun was pressed against her temple, the touch cold as stone.

Her body shaking violently, she closed her eyes in fear, her voice trembling. “Don’t… no… no… don’t kill me…”

The woman was terrified.

She was afraid that if Sylvan pulled the trigger, she would die! She would die! Who… who could tell her why Mr. Cheney carried a gun with him all the time? “Don’t… don’t…”

She covered her head tightly and collapsed on the ground.

Sylvan didn’t put his gun away, but he lowered his guard.

It was just his overthinking.

It was just a woman who had walked into the wrong place.

Looking at it, Jasmine slowly regained her calm. She recognized the woman’s familiar voice. Was it Kamila?

She opened her eyes and peeked out from behind Sylvan’s body.

Sure enough, it was Kamila!

This woman, it seemed, had prearranged this trick with Nancy Emmett just to seduce Sylvan Cheney!

She’s quite audacious, managing to find out where Sylvan was.

Unfortunately for her, she fell quite ungracefully.

She looked at the woman shaking on the ground and sneered.

Slowly, she let go of her hands and stepped out from behind Sylvan Cheney.

She lifted her foot to kick the woman on the ground.

“No, no, no…” The woman howled like a banshee, too scared to open her eyes,

“Don’t kill me… it wasn’t intentional… I don’t want to die… don’t…”

Her voice was sharp, hoarse, and unpleasant, filled with a whiny undertone. Just as Sylvan was about to put his gun away, Jasmine’s hand covered his own. Sylvan looked at her in surprise when he sensed the jolt of electricity-like touch on his hand, his lips tightly pursed.

In the dim light, Jasmine traced up his hand to the gun.

It was her first time touching something of this sort, and she was a bit shaky.

“Mr. Cheney, let go.”

She didn’t raise her head, instead she intently stared at Kamila on the ground..