Fated love: the unwanted bride

Sylvan Cheney used to park his car there temporarily.

But tonight, he saw a brown Cayenne parked under the tree as soon as he arrived.

Sylvan’s gaze hardened slightly as he looked up at Jasmine’s apartment.

Despite the lit windows and closed curtains revealing nothing, he knew she was home.

Sylvan stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and opened the car door.

He had just got off the plane and hadn’t had time to change his suit and trousers.

Moving with long strides, Sylvan headed upstairs.

His steps were brisk and cold.

His expression was hidden in the endless darkness and was unreadable.

Inside, Jasmine massaged her forehead.

“Miss Yale, once you start down some paths, you can’t turn back,” Haynes Seasons looked at her.

“I know.”

“Hmm.”

Haynes Seasons didn’t say much more. He knew Jasmine was stubborn.

Once she made up her mind, it was unlikely she would change it.

He handed her a sleeping pill: “Take this and go to sleep, everything will be alright.”

The white pill lay quietly in his hand, like a silent little devil.

Jasmine accepted the pill and swallowed it with warm water.

Lately, her insomnia had been severe.

Sometimes, she won’t sleep a wink all night.

Like yesterday, she only got two or three hours of sleep.

“When I wake up tomorrow, I won’t remember who he is, right?” Jasmine looked at him.

“Yes, all his memories in your mind will be wiped out completely,” Haynes Seasons sighed, “From then on, you will remember everyone but him.”

Just like Muse Sutton.

She remembers everyone but will never remember him, Haynes Seasons.

After a long silence, Jasmine nodded: “I understand.”

From then on, she won’t remember who Sylvan Cheney is.

All she would know is that he was a powerful and noble figure in Landon, someone she could only look up to on TV or newspapers.

The memories of those twelve years would vanish into thin air.

Even the scene of their first meeting, she would forget completely.

“Big doggy…”

“…”

“Big doggy…”

“It’s brother.”

“Hmm.”

Jasmine smiled weakly.

She had loved, hated, raged, and been angry. In the end, she chose to forget.

Perhaps this was the best way, the best way to end their relationship.

“Mr. Seasons, is one pill enough? I’m afraid I still won’t be able to sleep.” Jasmine sought his opinion, “Can you give me another one?”

“You haven’t been sleeping well recently?”

“Yes, very badly.”

Haynes Seasons helplessly gave her another pill: “Two at most.”

Jasmine nodded, accepted the pill, and swallowed it.

“I’m quite curious about how deeply he has affected you,” Haynes Seasons squinted.

“It’s not much any, anyway. Once I fall asleep, Mr. Seasons, you’ll know everything.” Jasmine curled her lips, “But, Mr. Seasons, I’ll still remember you when I wake up, won’t I?”

Haynes Seasons smiled.

Silly girl, silly but lovely.

Such a girl, he couldn’t compare her to a man like Mr. Cheney.

Or rather, he couldn’t imagine what kind of relationship they could have.

“That’s good. I’m still waiting for a day when I see you and Miss Sutton together.”

The light in Haynes’ eyes faded a bit.