Fated love: the unwanted bride

She froze in fear, not daring to run into the living room.

Sylvan Cheney glanced at her coldly, “You decide to come back?”

“I didn’t get into a fight, I didn’t slack off. I only fell into the water…by accident,” Jasmine Yale hastily explained.

Without even thinking about it, she knew she was a mess. Her clothes, shoes, and hair were all dirty.

“Didn’t attend your study class today?” Sylvan Cheney asked sternly, with a stormy look on his face.

“I did.”

She giggled, but wore an uncomfortable smile, embarrassingly awkward.

It was strange that Mr. Cheney suddenly took an interest in her, it felt like a weasel paying a New Year’s visit to a chicken.

No, that analogy wasn’t quite right; she wasn’t a chicken.

Nor was there any weasel as handsome as Sylvan Cheney.

This man, impeccably dressed in a suit and seated on the couch, was lean and handsome, really a sight for sore eyes.

At that time, she was already sixteen, and had developed feelings for Sylvan Cheney.

Yet now, it was him who had seen her in her most pitiful state.

Teenage girls were the most delicate, always wanting to present their best selves to the people they were enamored with.

But she… seemed to be not so successful.

Quite the contrary, it was a disaster.

Just as she stood there anxiously, Sylvan Cheney suddenly stood up and walked towards the bathroom without saying a word.

She thought he had left and was just about to silently sneak away when he returned.

He was holding a towel.

He stood in front of her, his face still expressionless, showing a trace of discontent.

However, his actions were unusually tender.

He wiped her face for her.

Jasmine was taken off guard and momentarily dazed.

“Mr. Cheney…,” she shied away, not allowing him to clean her up.

“Stay still!” he scolded.

She promptly obeyed and, of course, she didn’t want to resist anymore.

At that moment, her innocent heart pounded ceaselessly, like a beautiful peach tree blooming silently in spring.

She looked up at him, completely fascinated by his sheer perfection.

She remembered how she couldn’t sleep at all that night after taking a bath.

In her heart, in her mind, he was all she could see.

Covered with her blanket, her heart was filled with joy.

That was what it felt like to be in love, utterly dreamy and deeply connected.

Seven years later, he repeated the same actions, gently wiping her face with a towel.

Even his words were the same, “stay still”.

Jasmine started crying.

Her tears flowed like pearls falling off a string, uncontrollable.

Her eyes, red from crying, looked at him just as they did seven years ago.

But now, admiration was no longer there.

For a moment, Sylvan Cheney’s hand froze, as he was uncertain of what to do.

When she cried, he was at a loss, panicking and clueless about what to do.

The tears in Jasmine’s eyes dropped “pitter patter”, unstoppable.

Sylvan used the towel to wipe her tears, but they just wouldn’t stop flowing.

“Why are you crying?”

He frowned, lowering his eyes to her, his voice tinged with irritation.

Well, it’s not like tears will stop just because someone asks them to.

Once a heart is hurt, it will never heal.

She angrily shrugged off his hand, snatched the towel from him, and threw it fiercely on the ground!

“Sylvan Cheney, you don’t have to do this for me, I’m not a child, and I’m not that same Jasy who used to follow you around.”

He had said he wouldn’t let anyone bully her.

But what about him? He was the one who bullied her to this point.

Sylvan Cheney sighed and without saying much, bent over to pick up the towel from the floor.

“These days, stay at the Cheney Residence and take care of Little Chale. I have to make a trip out of the country.”

Jasmine looked at him, feeling a jab in her heart..