Fated love: the unwanted bride

He grabbed the medicine from the table and forcibly stuffed it into her mouth.

He pinched her neck, not allowing her to spit it out.

Only when she had swallowed the pills did he throw her a cold glance.

“Sylvan Cheney, you’re committing murder,” she coughed nonstop, staring at him angrily.

“You’re such an adult, yet so childish!”

“Not everyone can be like you, you’re just jealous because I’m younger.”

Sylvan Cheney scoffed.

“So bitter…” The bitterness spread in her mouth, and Jasmine Yale desperately wished she could spit out the medicine.

Only then did Sylvan soften his tone, “Once you’ve taken the medicine, your stomach won’t hurt anymore. Be good.”

She said nothing else, after all, she had already swallowed the medicine. What else could she do?

“Miss Yale, I’m quite reassured seeing you change so much,” Tomer, the housekeeper started talking lightly again.

Jasmine’s memories were pulled back.

The person standing in front of her was not Sylvan Cheney, but Tomer, the housekeeper.

“Taking medicine isn’t difficult, it was just me taking myself too seriously before,” Jasmine replied coldly.

She was never afraid of taking medicine in the past, she just wanted to use it as an excuse to get close to Sylvan.

Sometimes, to coax her.

Isn’t that how a young girl’s mind works? When she likes someone, she tries all ways to get close to him.

She was no exception.

Thinking about it now, Sylvan must have scolded her for being ‘stupid’ countless times in his heart.

He must have despised her numerous times.

“Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney still considers you his sister, so do not overstep your boundaries,” said Tomer, looking at Jasmine with an imperceptible strictness and warning in his eyes.

Stern lines appeared on her well-seasoned face.

Do not overstep your boundaries…

Jasmine understood.

Stop making moves like trying to get into Sylvan’s bed.

“I understand,” Jasmine put the cup back on the table.

“I haven’t told anyone about what happened. You should also watch your behavior,” Tomer said seriously.

Jasmine felt a tremor in her heart.

That incident, naturally, was when she slept with Sylvan Cheney when she was twenty.

Only Tomer knew in the whole Cheney Residence.

“Thank you, Tomer.”

“No need to thank me, Mr. Cheney won’t treat you unfairly. Just last time, he said he would find a good family for you.”

“There’s no need for that. I don’t want to have anything to do with Mr. Cheney anymore.”

Find her a good family? What did he take her for?

“That’s better, you know, Mr. Cheney and Miss Yolanda are getting along very well. Today, when Miss Yolanda had surgery, Mr. Cheney immediately flew to Lonton.”

A growing disappointment spread in Jasmine’s eyes…

She had guessed it right. It was indeed Yolanda’s call.

Jasmine felt a chill creeping over her. She gave a faint smile, “Tomer, I’m feeling a bit cold. I’ll go upstairs first.”

“Okay.”

Jasmine turned and slowly walked towards the guest room.

As soon as she arrived, she started coughing severely.

“Cough, cough…”

Her heart was filled with an indescribable sense of loss and loathing.

She shut the door, her body weak, she gradually slumped down against the door.

Hugging her knees, burying her head between her legs, her heart…it wouldn’t stop throbbing.

She was like a superfluous person.

Tears fell continuously, soaking her pajamas.

She was originally a person who loved to cry, but these three years, she forced herself not to cry.

But now, she couldn’t help it.

There was a knife stabbed in her heart, bleeding profusely.

It hurt, it hurt tremendously.

She didn’t know how long she had cried, Jasmine’s eyes went black, her mind went blank, she fainted on the cold floor.

The floor was so cold, it was colder than the river water in autumn..