Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chale Cheney just nodded his head, agreeing to the proposition.

Butler Santana quickly handed him the prepared food, with his favorite dishes added.

Chale Cheney obediently began eating, but he was still distracted.

He wanted to talk to Jasy…

He wanted to hug and cuddle with Jasy…

The more he wanted, the more upset he became. With his little head hung down, he didn’t really feel like eating.

He decided to tell Elder Cheney.

In his heart, Elder Cheney was omnipotent. He would definitely know what had happened to Jasy.

With this thought in mind, he snuck away to the telephone while Butler Santana was not around as he was eating.

It took a while for someone to pick up on the other end.

“Hello.”

“Dad.”

“What’s wrong?” Sylvan Cheney’s voice was gentle.

“Dad, Jasy is sick, she hasn’t woken up all day, I miss her.”

“What?” Sylvan Cheney’s face tightened.

“Dad… I want to play with her…” Chale Cheney rubbed his eyes, feeling wronged.

“I understand.”

Having said that, Sylvan Cheney was ready to hang up.

Yolanda Fern happened to overhear and smiled gently, “Is that Chale? Can I talk to him for a bit?”

Yolanda Fern’s face was pale. She lay in bed, filled with anticipation.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t refuse and handed her the phone.

“Chale.” Yolanda laughed lightly as she called out.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Chale Cheney thought for a moment, “Aunt Yolanda.”

“Do you miss me?”

“Yes.”

Chale Cheney was very polite, but at this moment, he wanted to speak with Jasy more.

“I really want to hug you.” Yolanda said softly, teasing him.

“Alright…” Chale Cheney responded.

Out of politeness, he didn’t hang up the call.

However, he was very anxious.

He paced back and forth restlessly, his small hand twining around the telephone cord.

“Are you eating on time? Do you want to visit Lonton?”

“I ate on time.” Chale Cheney responded, “Aunt Yolanda, I haven’t finished eating yet, I’m going to finish my dinner.”

“Okay, go then.”

Yolanda Fern returned the phone to Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney took the call outside, and dialed Jasmine Yale’s number.

As expected, no response.

Jasmine Yale had slept so deeply; she was completely out of it.

Upon waking up, she moved her fingers slightly,

A sharp pain shot through her.

Using the dim light from outside the window, she turned her head and saw several needles stabbed into the back of her hand.

She pondered and remembered that she had fainted the night before, but she couldn’t remember anything now.

She felt completely fatigued; even lifting her hand was difficult.

Jasmine Yale gave up and examined the wall clock.

It was ten in the morning.

Next to her bed was a plate of cleanly washed fruit, which filled the room with a sweet scent.

Jasmine Yale weakly reached out for her phone, it took her forever to grab it. Upon opening it, she was startled.

Sylvan Cheney had called her several times and had also sent many messages.

The content of the messages was straightforward, all saying “reply when you see this”.

With a severe headache, Jasmine Yale held her forehead with one hand and replied to his messages with the other.

“Just a cold.”

The moment she sent the message, she hadn’t yet managed to close the screen when her phone rang.

Sylvan Cheney.

“Mr. Cheney.” She felt very weak, and her voice was heavily nasal.

Her voice was weak and lacked energy, she didn’t wish to speak much.

“Have you caught a cold?”

“Um.” She replied from her throat, too lazy to open her mouth for words.

At this hour, it should be two am where he was. Was he still awake?

“Have you taken any medicine?”

“Yes.”

“Have you cried?”

“…” Clearly, it was a teasing statement, but she felt somewhat emotional hearing it.

“I will return soon.” Sylvan Cheney said lightly.

“What does it have to do with me whether you come back or not,” Jasmine Yale stared at the ceiling.

“…” Sylvan Cheney didn’t react to her spite..