Fated love: the unwanted bride

Yolanda stood in front of him, reluctant to leave, her gaze never leaving him. “Yolanda,” Sylvan Cheney called out to her, “Today, I had Charles Mcintosh show you a villa, consider it a gift from me.”

Yolanda was taken aback.

She pinched her palm hard.

She hadn’t heard wrong… was Sylvan Cheney trying to get her out of Cheney

Residence with a perfectly good reason?

Or, was she overthinking?

The area around her heart felt like it was hammered all of a sudden.

With a bang, she was left with nothing.

Yolanda gave a faint smile: “Mr. Cheney, this gift is too grand, I can’t accept it.”

“Accept what I give to you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cheney.”

Yolanda raised her misty eyes, her heart filled with indescribable feelings.

After expressing her thanks, she left Sylvan’s room.

Only the lingering scent of jasmine remained, that was Yolanda’s scent.

The night, like a fearsome beast, swept over, leaving a terrifying silence all around.

On the third day of Jasmine Yale’s disappearance, Chale Cheney finally couldn’t hold back and began crying to Sylvan Cheney.

Since early morning, he refused to go to kindergarten.

“Young Master, you will be late if you don’t go to school now,” Butler Santana patiently coaxed him.

The little fellow sat on the bed, unmoving, sulking.

“Young Master, come downstairs for breakfast, I’ll take you to school after you eat.”

“I don’t want to eat!” Chale Cheney had a tantrum.

Upon hearing the noise, Sylvan Cheney strode up from the downstairs.

A thin layer of gloom shrouded his stunningly handsome face, his eyes seemed to be filled with solid ice.

“Chale Cheney, dress yourself, come down for breakfast!” Sylvan Cheney looked at him coldly.

Chale Cheney jumped out of bed and collapsed next to Sylvan’s leg.

Both of his little hands tightly grabbed Sylvan’s trousers.

“Daddy, can we go find Jasy, baby misses her…” The little fellow burst into tears all of a sudden.

Tears pitter-pattered down, helpless.

Sylvan’s pants were wet with his tears.

“What did I say to you, hm?”

Sylvan Cheney bent down, looking at Chale Cheney with a stern and indifferent gaze.

“I know I should study well, but I miss Jasy… did you bully her… did you…”

The little fellow was very firm in this thought.

It must be Elder Cheney who bullied Jasy!

“Are you feeling proud? Arguing with me for no reason?”

“I won’t go to school! Not unless Jasy comes back!”

“Fine, don’t go to school, from today onwards, you won’t be able to leave the room either!”

Sylvan Cheney was upset.

Seeing Sylvan Cheney getting angry, Butler Santana hurriedly tried to mediate, “Mr. Cheney, perhaps the young master really misses Miss Yale.”

Chale Cheney simply collapsed onto the ground, becoming increasingly unreasonable.

Both his little legs were kicking nonstop!

“I want Jasy, wuu… I want Jasy…” Chale Cheney began to cry.

“No one spoil him!” Sylvan Cheney commanded.

He really was lawless.

“Mr. Cheney, the young master must really miss Miss Yale, he doesn’t usually cry.” Butler Santana pleaded on behalf of Chale Cheney.

With that, she handed several drawings to Sylvan Cheney.

“Mr. Cheney, look, these are the drawings the young master painted these days.”

Sylvan Cheney took them.

The drawings are very childish, but there are words written on each of them.

“Jasy, come back soon, baby will eat cake with you.”

“Jasy, don’t ignore baby, baby will be very obedient.”

“Baby won’t fight over the blanket when sleeping anymore, Jasy, come back soon.”