Fated love: the unwanted bride

Having hung up the phone, Jasmine Yale was still in a daze.

Although worrying was of little use, she still couldn’t restrain her panic.

Her face was exceptionally pale, and after a while, she managed to rise and went into the kitchen to make some noodles.

While chopping onions, she almost cut her finger.

Thump, thump, thump—

The door was knocked!

Jasmine Yale was startled: “Who is it?”

“Miss Yale.”

Jasmine was even more stunned, Butler Santana?

She rushed over and opened the door.

Indeed, it was Butler Santana, but she was holding Chale Cheney’s hand.

Chale Cheney blinked his innocent big eyes at her, appearing a little nervous, a little hesitant, and somewhat timid.

Jasmine wiped her hand and gave a faint smile.

She was at a loss for words.

For the first time, the little fellow didn’t tackle her with the same enthusiasm as before, clinging to her and calling her “Jasy” to coax her.

He was still very affectionate with her at the zoo yesterday.

“Miss Yale, you didn’t go back yesterday, and the young master didn’t sleep all night,” Butler Santana said helplessly.

Jasmine was taken aback, he didn’t sleep all night?

Chale Cheney nibbled at his finger, his big eyes looking at Jasmine.

Jasmine squatted down to meet him at eye level.

“Little Chale, Jasy had something to do yesterday, so she had to leave. You can’t go without sleep, did you hear me?”

Her tone was also helpless.

This little guy was a bit like Sylvan Cheney, very stubborn.

But to not sleep all night…

“You don’t want me anymore…” Chale Cheney murmured, his face full of hurt.

A layer of mist collected on his long lashes.

“Jasy hasn’t abandoned you; don’t think like that,” Jasmine tried to comfort him.

Chale didn’t respond, biting his finger, nervously looking at Jasmine.

His gaze felt very strange.

Jasmine felt a pang in her heart.

The little fellow had never looked at her like this, never.

Even at their first meeting, he was very affectionate and familiar with her. Never like this, so strange and unfamiliar.

Furthermore, she was not used to seeing the little fellow so quiet.

Not at all.

He should be hugging her neck, calling out “Jasy” every now and then, chuckling, amusing her, and making her happy.

Sometimes, he would even protect her very domineeringly.

He was absolutely not like this now.

Jasmine’s eyes heated up, a tang of sourness filling her nose.

A bitterness welled up in her heart.

“Little Chale, would you like to come in? Jasy made some noodles; do you want some?” Jasmine squatted in front of him.

Chale shook his head.

He stubbornly looked at Jasmine as if she were a stranger.

Suddenly, the atmosphere at the door turned cold.

Butler Santana looked helpless, shaking her head.

Jasmine was forced to seek help, her eyes looking towards Butler Santana: “What happened?”

“Miss Yale, let’s talk about it in private.”

“Hmm.”

Jasmine took great pains, but she managed to coax Little Chale inside.

She led Little Chale into the room while she took a seat with Butler Santana on the sofa.

“Butler Santana, what’s wrong?” she asked worryingly.

Seeing Little Chale like this, she couldn’t describe the feeling inside her heart.

She didn’t know when but this little guy had captured her heart.

She had spent last night thinking that she should limit her interaction with the little fellow. But upon seeing Little Chale today, all the defences she had built up collapsed.

This feeling was terrible, a sort of torment.

Her heart was cold, as were her hands.

“Miss Yale, the young master was waiting for you all night yesterday, he made many calls to you.”

Jasmine found herself at a loss for words.