Fated love: the unwanted bride

In the last three years, she had no expectations for Sylvan Cheney.

Similarly, her trust in him had plummeted to absolute zero.

He was not a man she could control.

Even worse, she discovered that she knew absolutely nothing about Sylvan Cheney.

This feeling… was absolutely terrifying.

Having lived under the same roof for twelve years, yet knowing nothing about him. Just how deep did he bury his secrets?

These three years, they hadn’t had a single call or met even once. She almost thought that he would disappear from her life completely.

It was only after three years that she realized she didn’t understand this man at all.

And after these three years, she began to feel an unfamiliar “fear” towards him. “I told you, a girl shouldn’t know too many things. It will only lead to despair.” Chris Fern’s lips curled up slightly in a sinister smile.

“Jasmine Yale, your mistake was overly estimating yourself. Do you really think being pretty is useful? The gap between Mr. Cheney and you is more than just one level. Sorry, but I call it like I see it.”

“Mr. Cheney treats you nicely and you fall for him. Are you that desperate for love? Hm?”

“Don’t you know that some people are like drugs, not to be touched?”

Jasmine Yale felt as if a rock lodged in her throat, unable to say a single word.

Chris Fern kept talking in her ear, making this the first time she ever despised a man so much.

“I already know all of this, why do you feel the need to twist the knife? Aren’t you afraid I might lose my will to live and kill myself?” Jasmine Yale blinked at Chris Fern.

If she really died, she would have no use to him anymore.

Chris Fern looked at her, chuckling silently.

Her eyes were pure and clear, as innocent as clear lake water, unaware of the world’s workings.

The purer and simpler they were, the stronger the destructive desire they evoked in people. It made people want to ruin her!

“If you’re already aware, that’s the best.” Chris Fern spoke coldly.

“So, I’m hungry. Can I eat now?” Jasmine Yale’s tone was unusually calm.

Since Sylvan returned to Landon three years ago, too many things happened beyond her understanding.

So, she had become accustomed to it.

She didn’t know how cold one’s heart could become. Colder than ice, or maybe even frostier than snow?

Everything remained unclear and opaque.

Chris Fern paused for a moment, his head slightly nodding in agreement.

He opened the door again, quietly speaking to the bodyguards and servants outside.

Jasmine Yale glanced outside the door, several menacing large men with stern faces were standing guard.

It seems, there was no escaping for her.

But Yolanda Fern was still in Landon, she could live a few more days, right?

In her life, she dreaded death, feared pain, and was afraid of Sylvan Cheney.

At the moment, it seems like what she fears most is just around the corner.

Realizing this, she suddenly felt somewhat at ease.

Sometime later, a maid brought her some food.

Jasmine Yale glanced at her, barely managing a smile, “What time is it now?” “Ten o’clock at night.”

Jasmine Yale pondered for a moment. Looks like she had been unconscious for several hours.

“Where is this place?”

“I don’t know.” The maid was cold and curt.

“Who is the owner of this place?” Jasmine Yale asked further.

This place was eerily cold, and there were no windows, she had no idea what the outside looked like.

“…” The maid bowed her head to adjust the bowls and cutlery, refusing to answer.

The dinner was quite ample, yet Jasmine Yale had no appetite.

She wanted to pump the maids for information, but they were proving to be tough nuts to crack.