Fated love: the unwanted bride

But the baby is lost, isn’t she the one most devastated?

SJC: What do you mean lost?

Jasmine Yale stared dazedly at the words from SJC.

Her memories suddenly jumped back three years ago, to the operating table.

The cold, sterile tools were swinging in front of her, she received a slap, only felt abdominal pain…

When she woke up again, there was only herslef in the operating room. She couldn’t even remember how long she had been unconscious.

Her baby, her Little Rascal, was all gone…

Jasmine’s tears flowed down.

She thought that after three years, she would have let go, but she was not as open-minded as she imagined.

The baby that stayed in her belly for seven months…

Little Orange: Nothing.

There was too much involved, she didn’t think it appropriate to tell a stranger.

Even if they could chat well.

SJC: Tell me.

Jasmine Yale frowned.

Little Orange: Sir, please don’t ask anymore, probably I just wasn’t destined to have the baby.

SJC: Accidental fall?

Little Orange: No.

SJC: Abortion?

Seeing these five words from SJC, Jasmine’s pupils dilated instantly.

A lump in her throat, her heart skipped a beat.

Typing quickly, a flame of anger rose in her chest.

Little Orange: Will any mother be willing to abort her baby? My baby was seven months old, how could I have aborted her? Can you please stop joking about that?

Jasmine was genuinely angry.

Very angry.

She was so annoyed that she pursed her lips and her fingers were shaking.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and even her long eyelashes were covered with mist.

Self-abortion? Was she such a brutal and hard-hearted person?

Such a thing, she could absolutely never do.

Probably, only Sylvan Cheney could do it.

She was ready to take her baby and leave the country, but Sylvan just wouldn’t let her go.

Now, thinking about it all makes sense. He has had a child with the woman he loves, how could he allow himself to have another illegitimate child.

For a long time-

There was no response from him.

Jasmine cried, sobbing quietly. Her crying sounded particularly clear in the quiet guest room.

A long rainy night, pouring rain, in the late autumn night, the loneliness and chill lingered.

Jasmine’s fingers were trembling, typing a few words.

Little Orange: I was too sensitive.

Jasmine bit her finger, staring at the screen.

Her tone and attitude were not particularly good, and SJC was just a stranger who didn’t know anything. She shouldn’t lose her temper at him.

She added a few more words: I was too excited, sorry, good night.

Jasmine turned off Weibo with shaking hands, threw her phone away with a volatile emotion.

Under the reading lamp, her face was extremely pale, her big eyes were red, and her eyelashes were wet with tears.

The pillow was wet.

Jasmine quietly stared at the ceiling of the room with her eyes wide open.

It was early Saturday morning when Jasmine woke up.

The day had cleared up and the sun was out.

The vegetation was covered with glistening dew, when the wind blew, the dew gently rolled and fell onto the ground.

” Jasy, can we not do blood draw?” Chale Cheney blinked his big eyes and looked at Jasmine.

She picked him up on the car and comforted: “It’s not going to hurt.”

“So you’re going to do a blood draw?”

“Yes, only this way can you be strong and healthy.”

“Wow…” Chale Cheney cried all of a sudden, burying his face on Jasmine’s shoulder, looking wronged, “Don’t want.Jt hurts…the baby is afraid…”

“A boy cannot be afraid.”

But, Chale Cheney is the bravest and most sensible baby she has ever seen.

Speaking of this point, he probably takes after Sylvan Cheney.