Fated love: the unwanted bride

Sylvan Cheney lifted her from the ground and held her closely.

This little fool, why didn’t she leave, why did she block the final blow for him? He would rather it be he who died, not her.

“Jasy, don’t sleep, don’t sleep…”

Sylvan’s eyes were bright red, he held her in his arms against his broad chest.

The blood on Jasmine Yale’s neck won’t stop bleeding and it keeps flowing, her limbs were progressively getting colder.

Sylvanity was beyond panic. At this rate, without him taking her out, she could die from excessive blood loss.

“Jasy, don’t sleep, I will talk to you, okay?”

Sylvan Cheney’s voice was trembling.

Because of the just-concluded struggle, his arm had long been sore and painful, but at this moment, he felt nothing.

His heart, his eyes, his brow, only had Jasmine Yale left in them.

Jasmine Yale was in a daze, she seemed to hear someone talking, calling her name.

But she seemed to see her mother…

Her mother was waving to her, smiling.

It’s been many years since she saw her mother, her mother was still as beautiful as ever.

She was very happy, she hopped step by step towards her mother.

“Mother…” Jasmine Yale called out.

A gleam of light flashed in Sylvan Cheney’s dull eyes.

His voice was filled with exhaustion, panic, and choking.

“Jasy, I will take you out, you like that ring, right? I brought it.”

“Jasy, don’t sleep, Little Chale is still waiting for you at home.”

“Don’t sleep…”

“Promise me, don’t leave me…”

Sylvan Cheney kept calling out to her by her side, over and over again, voice after voice.

In her dream, Jasmine Yale only saw her mother waving to her. Just when she was about to get close to her mother, she suddenly heard a child’s voice.

“Jasy, our baby is waiting for you at home.” It was Chale Cheney.

Jasmine Yale paused her steps, turned her head.

But where was the little one’s figure?

She panicked, searching frantically.

She hadn’t seen her little one for a long time, she missed him so much.

At the other end, mother kept calling, “Jasmine, Jasmine, come here, come to mom.”

Jasmine Yale’s limbs were cold, her breathing even more faltering.

Sylvan Cheney kept walking toward the exit without stopping.

His heart seemed about to stop, his body’s blood was flowing in reverse, icy cold, as if being attacked by a cold wind.

This was the first time in his 29-year life that he felt himself so powerless.

He… was completely helpless.

This feeling of lack of control was terrible.

“Jasmine Yale, if you die, I will find a stepmother for Chale Cheney, do you hear me?”

“Jasmine Yale, I brought you home 15 years ago, not to let you die like this, you understand?”

But, Jasmine Yale doesn’t respond at all.

She was soft and thin and light.

Panic rose from all around, Sylvan Cheney was enveloped by a strong fear.

If…if Jasmine Yale just dies like this, what should he do? How should he react?

His fingernails pinched into her body, he couldn’t imagine that one day she would leave him forever when he’s still young.

In his heart, she was still that lively and lovely girl who loved to wait for him on the couch at home.

How could she die…

How could she…

Sylvan Cheney’s head was about to explode. His headache was severe.

He couldn’t accept this reality. He couldn’t accept it.

The lively and bright her was clearly in front of his eyes, why was the her in his arms so lifeless…