Fated love: the unwanted bride

Sylvan Cheney looked down at him fiercely, he was really against him.

In Lonton, this little thing got along with him very well, sticking to him all the time.

Throughout the day, calling dad one after another.

As a result, when he arrived in Landon and met Jasmine Yale, he felt like he was on top of the world, opposing him at every chance.

“Little Chale, go to bed, come on, Jasy will take you upstairs.”

Jasmine Yale did not want to face Sylvan Cheney, to avoid embarrassment.

After saying this, Jasmine Yale picked up the little one.

The little one had already taken a bath, his body was fragrant, and his little face was soft and white.

“Okay…” Chale Cheney hugged Jasmine Yale’s neck happily, “It’s bedtime, I’ll sleep with Jasy.”

“Yeah, sleep, Jasy will hold you to sleep, okay?”

“Okay, okay.” The little one clapped his hands, giggling, “I want to snuggle up to you.”

“Little rascal.”

The little one laughed even harder.

Jasmine Yale carried the little one towards the third floor.

She had not expected that even though it had been three years since she last visited the Cheney Residence, she could still find the bedroom with her eyes closed.

“Jasy, you are so familiar with this place.”

Clever Chale Cheney immediately found it strange, Jasmine Yale didn’t ask anything and yet she was so familiar with the place.

“I’ve been here a few times.”

“Oh.” The little one did not ask further.

Downstairs, someone looked gloomy, a deep coldness emanated from his eyes.

Did Chale Cheney and Jasmine Yale just go upstairs like that? As if he was invisible?

Jasmine Yale carried the little one to the big bed, thinking that she would have to sleep here tonight made her a bit nervous.

She really hadn’t slept here for three years.

But she was very satisfied to be able to sleep with Little Chale.

“Little Chale, have you taken your medicine obediently?”

“I took it.”

“That’s good, go to sleep now, you have school tomorrow.”

“Jasy, I want to listen to you sing.”

“Sing?” Jasmine Yale laughed, her singing was unpleasant to hear, at least Sylvan Cheney didn’t like it.

“Yeah, yeah, sing.”

Unable to disappoint the little one’s eager gaze, Jasmine Yale agreed: “Okay, close your eyes, Jasy will sing for you.”

So she casually sang a children’s song.

The little one was also tired, and soon fell asleep listening to the song.

When he was sound asleep, Jasmine Yale prepared to take a bath, but she forgot to bring her clothes.

She had to go downstairs to ask about it.

Unexpectedly, Sylvan Cheney was still in the living room, with his laptop on his lap, seeming like he was working.

“Mr. Cheney.” she stood at the top of the stairs and looked down, “Are there any clothes I can wear?”

“My room.”

Huh????

He had said that he moved her stuff to his room last time. She thought he was joking.

After all, those were old clothes.

He couldn’t have been that stingy, wearing her old clothes as his own wife.

Even as rags, the styles were outdated!

And moreover, she hadn’t fully grown three years ago, so the sizes were small.

“You don’t even recognize my room anymore?”

Sylvan Cheney looked up when he noticed that she hadn’t moved at all from her position. His intense gaze rested on her face.

“I, can I go in?” Jasmine Yale asked cautiously.

Everyone knew, in the Cheney Residence, you couldn’t enter his study and bedroom without his permission.

In the past, she was an exception and could enter and leave freely.

Now…

“When did I say you couldn’t come in? Jasmine Yale, do you have a wooden head?!”

Jasmine Yale was upset and her face fell.

“Why are you yelling, really?” she muttered under her breath, “If I have a wooden head, why did you bother bringing me back here to irritate you?”

Unexpectedly, Sylvan Cheney heard her with his keen ears.

“I just had too much money to waste!”