Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale sniffed, looking up at him.

During those twelve years, he was careful and she rarely saw him smoke.

But now, he seemed to suppress himself less when he was in front of her, smoking heavily.

He went to the bedside and held her hand.

The next second, his eyebrows knotted, “Your hands are so cold. Stop reading, go to sleep early.”

Jasmine Yale reflexively drew her hand back.

She was naturally cold-blooded, her hands and feet freezing in winter. She had just started her period, and would probably get even colder later on.

Jasmine didn’t want to sleep, she simply couldn’t.

“Does your stomach hurt?” Sylvan Cheney asked.

He remembered, when she had her period, she would always be in so much pain.

But it seemed like she was doing okay today.

Jasmine shook her head: “It’s not that bad.”

“I’ll make you a cup of brown sugar water. Drink it before you sleep.” Sylvan stood up.

“The hospital doesn’t have brown sugar, and it’s cold outside. You don’t need to go out.” Jasmine wasn’t used to this Sylvan Cheney.

Although in those twelve years, he would effortlessly do these things.

But that was all in the past now.

Maybe, this was his idea of compensation?

But she didn’t want it.

“I bought some earlier.” Sylvan said casually.

Jasmine was taken aback for a moment. He still remembered that her stomach would ache during her period.

Jasmine lowered her head, her gaze falling on the comic book. But she couldn’t concentrate on it anymore.

Soon, Sylvan made her a cup of brown sugar tea. The ratio of water to sugar and the temperature were always perfect.

He also prepared a hot water bag for her and placed it in her quilt.

“You don’t have to do this. Since the matter of my infant has nothing to do with you, you don’t have to feel guilty.” Jasmine’s tone was dull.

“If I were in Landon, you wouldn’t have had to suffer like this.” said Sylvan.

So, he was still feeling guilty.

This guilt, he can’t make up for.

In the data he found, it was described—

When she was pregnant, it was tough for her. She had gone to the hospital alone, keeping it a secret from everyone and not daring to let anyone know.

She never told him about the hardships she suffered.

Probably she didn’t deign to tell him, or maybe she thought there was no point in mentioning it since it was already three years ago.

“If you really want to make it up to me, then let me go. I’m doing very well in Sinkapore now.” Jasmine looked into his profound eyes.

She didn’t need his compensation, not at all.

Sylvan knew she was doing well.

She had a good job, good colleagues, and she also found the time to travel.

“Is it that when I’m with you, you cannot feel happiness?” Sylvan also looked at her eyes.

Their eyes met and the air became colder.

Jasmine’s hand caressed the hot water bag inside the quilt. It was warm.

She didn’t say anything.

“I can agree to any of your requests except for two.” There was a warning and threat in Sylvan’s tone. “You are not allowed to leave Landon or be with Joe Heath.”

“Why should I?” Jasmine thought he was being incredibly unreasonable.

“Just because you were raised by me and you can only belong to me.” Sylvan’s gaze didn’t give any ground.

“Don’t be so unreasonable!” Jasmine was angry, shaking with rage.

He had an infinite possessiveness for her.

Just because he had picked her up. She was not allowed to go with anyone else.

“I don’t want to be reasonable when it comes to you!” Sylvan stared at her, his eyes burning and deep.

He had no sense of reason when it came to her.

All of his youthful recklessness, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were tied up in her.

What reason could there be when it came to her!