Fated love: the unwanted bride

It was raining outside, the sound of the drizzle mingled with the whistling of the northern wind.

She shifted her body, feeling exhausted.

Her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn’t open them.

“Awake?”

A deep and mellow voice suddenly came from beside her.

Jasmine calmed her mind, startled, and forced her eyes open.

“Why are you here…” She instinctively recoiled.

Why would he come? Wasn’t he supposed to be engaged? Shouldn’t he be the protagonist?

The color in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes instantly darkened.

“Surprised?” Sylvan asked indifferently.

“Where’s Joe Heath?”

“Jasmine Yale, do you miss him? Hmm?”

Sylvan sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on her face, allowing her no room to escape.

“I don’t even have the strength to talk to you, so just leave.”

Sylvan reached out and felt her forehead: “You’ve been sleeping all day and night with a fever, but fortunately, it seems to have gone.”

Jasmine glanced out the window – it had been a whole day and night?

She thought she had slept just half a day.

She must have been feverish.

Jasmine turned her head away and closed her eyes; she didn’t want to deal with him.

Sylvan laughed: “Want to sleep again? Go ahead, I will watch over you.”

Jasmine was thoroughly provoked. She sat up forcefully: “Can you go away? Sylvan, shouldn’t you be with your fiancée?”

“You have enough strength to quarrel? That’s good.”

Sylvan got up, went to the coffee table, picked up an apple and began to peel it for her.

Jasmine opened her eyes wide, looking incredulously at Sylvan.

He was still wearing a black suit, and his tie was neatly done up.

She had no idea when he came or why he was here.

Having peeled the apple, Sylvan painstakingly cut it into slices.

“Eat.” He sat down.

“I won’t.”

“Want me to feed you?”

“Can you go away?” Jasmine looked at him.

Sylvan didn’t react; he picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick and held it out to her lips.

His tone was unquestionable: “Open up.”

Jasmine turned her head away.

“Spoiled.” Sylvan cast her a cold glance.

The next second, he bit into the apple, clutched her chin, and pushed the apple into her mouth!

“Hmm!” Jasmine was completely taken aback.

“Swallow it, or else, I’ll feed you one piece at a time.” Sylvan warned her.

Jasmine swallowed the apple, glaring at him.

“What do you want to eat? I can go and buy it for you.” Sylvan’s tone softened somewhat.

“The pork mooncake from Archeus Brand.” Jasmine replied indifferently.

The pork mooncakes from Archeus Brand in Landon were all the rage. Everybody knew you had to stand in line for at least an hour just to buy one.

Jasmine didn’t particularly want to eat it, but she just said so.

“Alright, I’ll go buy it for you.”

Sylvan stood up.

Jasmine looked at him incredulously, her eyes filled with doubt.

Sylvan didn’t say much, just pointed at the apple and commanded, “Since I peeled it, finish eating it.”

“Alright.”

Sylvan turned around and went out to get his car from the hospital’s parking lot.

“Mr. Cheney, should I drive?” Charles Mcintosh who had been chased down by Sylvan asked.

“No need.”

“Mr. Cheney, shall I ask Little Usama to stand in line? It’s so cold outside and it’s difficult to queue at Archeus Brand. Should I talk to the owner of Archeus Brand?”

“No need!”

Sylvan frowned, stepped on the gas.

The black Rolls Royce took a turn, heading for the exit.

Charles stood where he was, helplessly shrugged, and sighed.