Fated love: the unwanted bride

He was not going to stay mad at a sick woman.

“Sylvan, Sylvan…”

A weak and gentle female voice came from the other end of the mobile. Jasmine Yale’s hand that was holding the mobile paused.

Two o’clock at night, a woman.

Jasmine’s hand was shaking a bit, she put the mobile down and instinctively, rapidly pressed the end call button.

“Hello?” Sylvan picked his eyebrows.

Such a temper, not small at all.

Jasmine was also stunned by her actions. Her reaction was a bit too much.

After much pondering, she felt superfluous and simply put the mobile down and sat up.

Across from her was a full-length mirror. Jasmine was startled by her own reflection.

Her skin was haggard, her face deathly pale, her hair uncombed.

Jasmine leaped off the bed and got dressed.

“Miss Yale, are you feeling better? You should have called me.”

When Butler Santana saw Jasmine coming downstairs, he hurried up to meet her.

“Butler Santana, good morning.” Jasmine smiled faintly, “I’m much better now, I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“Miss Yale, you’re our guest. I feel guilty that you fell ill.”

“Butler Santana, I have to go to work. I’ll leave first and won’t return to the Cheney Residence tonight.”

Having said that, Jasmine had put her bag on her shoulder and was prepared to leave.

“Miss Yale, please come back. Young master was crying and making a fuss for you all night yesterday. You didn’t know, he was so worried when you were asleep.”

“A kid wouldn’t know any better.” Jasmine replied indifferently.

If one day, the little guy finds out she is the third party between his father and mother, would he still like her?

He definitely won’t.

With that thought, a dull pain struck Jasmine’s heart.

Although the little guy was not her child, their daily interaction had made her think of him as her own.

Thinking about the future, Jasmine felt really upset.

But, better suffer a short pain than a long one. It’s time to let go when it’s time.

“Miss Yale, the young master really likes you. Why don’t you stay?”

“No. I don’t like him.”

Saying this, Jasmine headed for the door.

Butler Santana watched her, stunned, frozen.

They were getting along just fine the day before yesterday. Why did she wake up like a totally different person today?

Not like him?

“Miss Yale!” Butler Santana chased after her, “Miss Yale, at least have breakfast before you go?”

“Butler Santana.” Tomer coming over, stopped him.

Butler Santana stopped in his tracks, looking at Tomer.

“Miss Yale is a guest of the Cheney Residence after all, she has to get to work, you don’t need to hold her back.” Tomer spoke calmly.

There was no expression on her face, completely nonchalant.

Even her tone was like a calm lake, void of any emotion.

Only then did Butler Santana sigh, shaking his head: “Miss Yale is quite headstrong, but the young master really likes Miss Yale, I…”

“So what if he likes her.” Tomer cut him off, “Kids are like that, today they like him, tomorrow they like you, but in the end, daddy and mommy are always their favorites.”

“Tomer, I heard someone say that Miss Yale used to be with the Cheney Residence?” asked Butler Santana curiously.

When Mr. Cheney was at home, she dared not ask anything, only heard bits and pieces from others.

She knew that Tomer was a veteran of the Cheney Residence, and had served Mr. Cheney’s mother.

Over the years, most of the staff at the Cheney’s Residence had been dismissed, and almost all the current servants were new.

“Higher status than the maids, lower than the young ladies,” Tomer explained.

Butler Santana nodded with a “Oh”..