Fated love: the unwanted bride

She was still not full.

Sylvan Cheney had already eaten, he lit a cigarette and leaned lazily against his seat, watching her.

Light filtered through the window pane, casting a soft glow onto Jasmine’s cheeks.

She looked well today.

Sylvan squinted slightly, doing nothing but smoking and watching her.

As Jasmine continued eating, she felt a gaze on her.

She looked up, it was Sylvan Cheney.

She wiped the corner of her mouth, put down the cake in her hand: “I know I’m eating a lot.”

She was rather hungry, even now, she was not full.

But Sylvan was looking at her as if she was some strange creature.

Was it just because she ate too much?

Perhaps, delicate ladies wouldn’t eat like her.

She didn’t use to eat like this, at least not in front of him.

Sometimes, even though she was very hungry, she would stop eating once he put down his chopsticks, just to avoid seeming like a glutton in his eyes.

The words “girl” and “glutton” together didn’t present a particularly charming image.>

“If you’re hungry, eat. What’s there to be embarrassed about in front of me?” Sylvan quirked an eyebrow.

Sunlight fell on his grey sweater, making this man seem even more attractive and elegant.

His every gesture and movement was that of a successful individual.

Jasmine, in comparison, was just an ordinary girl, the type you wouldn’t even spare a second glance walking down the street.

She stopped eating, sitting up straight.

Sylvan knew she wasn’t full.

He reached out and peeled a tea egg for her.

This man was so elegant and gentle, even his way of peeling eggs was mesmerizing.

“Here.” He handed it over to her.

Jasmine hesitated: “I’m dieting.”

“Dieting what? You’re already so thin.” Sylvan expressed his dissatisfaction.

Unable to resist her hunger, coupled with the egg being delicious, Jasmine reached out and took it.

“Hmm.” Sylvan’s lips curved upward, his eyes full of joy.

In the past, Jasmine was always conscious of her image in front of him, always afraid that he’d be disgusted.

Now, it didn’t matter anymore.

When you’re in love, you’re always cautious, always wishing to present your best side.

She was no different than millions of other girls.

Sylvan continued to smoke, all the while keeping his eyes on her.

In his eyes, there was boundless indulgence.

“Jasy, what do you think about Zaiden Santos and Ann Nolan?” Sylvan suddenly asked, a sharp gleam in his eyes.

After some thought, Jasmine said, “They’re great. They seem to have a happy marriage. They’re really well-matched, Mr. Santos is very loving towards Miss Nolan.”

Sylvan chuckled softly.

Jasmine looked puzzled. Did she say something wrong?

“Jasy, there are many ways a man can treat a woman well.” Sylvan laughed.

“And Mr. Santos towards Miss Nolan…”

“Zaiden Santos does not love Ann Nolan, his kindness towards her is nothing but a charade.” Sylvan narrowed his eyes.

Jasmine looked stunned.

A charade?

But they seemed… so in love.

Was it all fake?

Jasmine felt a strange taste in her heart, she liked Ann a lot.

Marrying a man who doesn’t love you, wouldn’t that be painful?

Jasmine didn’t want to think about it anymore, the world of men could be complicated. It was difficult for a girl to understand.

If she couldn’t understand, why force herself?

If there are many ways a man can treat a woman well, then what about Sylvan Cheney to her? Which one was it?