Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chale Cheney was frightened, “Good heavens, Elder Cheney was having another of his fits.”

Ever since they returned to Landon, Elder Cheney’s temper had been getting worse day by day.

Why was that?

He had inexplicably become his punching bag several times.

If he had known it would be this way, he might as well have stayed in Lonton.

No, if he remained in Lonton, he would not have been able to see Jasy.

Such a dilemma!

“If you don’t want me back, then so be it, after all, I was bought from a pet shop.” Chale Cheney talked back to Sylvan Cheney.

“What did you say?”

“Dad, didn’t you say you don’t want this son of yours?”

“Chale Cheney, you’re getting disobedient?”

“Uncle, goodbye.”

“Damn it!” Sylvan Cheney, who usually prided himself on grace and steadiness, had cursed.

Sylvan Cheney, at this moment, was in a highly inflammable and explosive state, extremely dangerous.

The heart in Chale Cheney’s small chest thumped fearfully, he hurriedly clutched his chest and turned his phone off.

The light in the bedroom was still on, but where was Jasy?

“Jasy, Jasy…”

Chale Cheney hopped off the bed, rubbed his eyes and began to search the room.

The hairdryer was still on the vanity, but where was she?

Just as he was panicking, the front door sounded.

Jasmine Yale walked in, wrapped in her coat. On seeing the little guy, she put aside all her unhappiness and smiled: “Awake?”

“Jasy, where have you been? You can’t leave me alone.”

Chale Cheney threw himself into Jasmine Yale’s embrace!

Elder Cheney was already loathing him. If Jasy also started to loathe him, then, he would really be unwanted by all.

How pitiful!

Jasmine hugged him tightly, patting his head gently.

The scent of the little boy wafted to her and her eyes brimmed with tears for no reason.

“Jasy is here. Jasy will never leave you, never will.”

“Did you just go out? Jasy, have you been crying?” Chale Cheney looked up.

He saw Jasmine Yale’s eyes were red…

“The wind outside was harsh. I went out to throw the garbage.” Jasmine Yale cooed.

“Let’s go to bed.”

“Okay. Let’s sleep.”

Jasmine Yale picked the little guy up from the floor.

She walked into the bedroom, and only then did she put him on the bed.

Chale Cheney held onto Jasmine Yale the whole time, relishing in her comforting scent.

His little head nestled in Jasmine Yale’s embrace, rubbing against her, over and over again.

Like a little cat.

“Little Chale, go to bed early.” Jasmine Yale patted his head and turned off the light.

The bedroom soon plunged into darkness, all fell silent.

This was the first time Jasmine Yale had slept with a child. It was a strange feeling.

The little guy fell asleep in her arms, breathing steadily.

But she couldn’t sleep. She worried that she might squash the little guy or that the blanket might fall.

Is this what it feels like to be a mother?

Worrying yet also feeling blissfully happy?

But, thinking back to Sylvan Cheney’s words earlier, she felt uncomfortable.

Did she not deserve to be a mother?

If she didn’t deserve to be a mother, did Sylvan Cheney deserve to be a father? Nonsense.

Even if she did become a mother, she wouldn’t bear Sylvan Cheney’s child.

In the future, she would surely have a husband who loved and cherished her, and then, she would have her own baby.

Envisioning such a happy life, Jasmine’s heart finally found some peace.

The little guy’s hand tightly grasped her collar as she patted his back.

This little guy was really adorable.

But, just like her, he was pitiful.

He had no dad, no mom, and was now adopted by a ruthless man.

In time, Jasmine grew weary, let out a yawn and drifted off into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, the wind rustled against the curtains.

Under the plane tree, a black Rolls Royce remained parked..