Fated love: the unwanted bride

The car window was rolled halfway down, with Sylvan Cheney resting his arm on the window, a cigarette placed between his fingers.

The moonlight was hazy, and the wispy clouds were faint.

Most of the cigarettes in the pack had been smoked. As he reached for another after his current one had burned out, he discovered that the pack was empty.

At two o’clock in the morning, Chale Cheney sneakily got up to use the restroom.

He took Jasmine Yale’s phone and started to flip through it.

As expected, Jasy really did know Elder Cheney.

Elder Cheney’s number was in Jasy’s phone!

When had they met? Elder Cheney seemed to show interest in Jasy.

Huh, he’d been living with Elder Cheney for three years and hadn’t seen him make a move on any woman before.

It wasn’t surprising, though, considering how beautiful Jasy was.

Had Elder Cheney developed feelings?

He wanted to send a text to Sylvan Cheney using Jasmine’s phone, but he barely knew how to read or write—how embarrassing.

Voicemail was definitely not an option.

What to do…

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He could first send a voicemail, then convert to text!

Chale Cheney was in awe of his own wit.

He quickly sent Sylvan Cheney a message: do you like me?

The message failed to catch Sylvan Cheney’s attention at first. It wasn’t until he prepared to head home that he noticed the flash on his phone.

Chale squatted in the restroom waiting for a bit, but Elder Cheney didn’t respond.

Maybe Elder Cheney was already asleep at this hour.

Sylvan Cheney took a look at the text. Hmm? Jasmine Yale?

“Do you like me?”

For some reason, Sylvan Cheney’s heart skipped a beat after reading this sentence.

He wasn’t sure what he was feeling.

Yes, this was Jasmine Yale’s phone number.

She hadn’t gone to sleep yet? What was she thinking about?

Did he like her?

Sylvan Cheney’s hand rested on the keyboard of his phone…

He paused for a long time but didn’t know how to type out the first word.

After yawning and still receiving no response, Chale decided to delete the text and return to his room.

Just as he stood up, though, his phone buzzed.

“What’s up?”

Huh?

Although Chale could hardly read, he was able to recognize these three characters.

Chale was puzzled.

Could Elder Cheney really maintain a conversation?

“Do you like me?” “What’s up? ”

Chale finally saw why Sylvan Cheney was single and unloved!

When an attractive young girl asked him if he liked her in the middle of the night, his response was “What’s up?”!!!

Chale shook his head at his father’s cluelessness.

He decided not to respond.

If he were Jasy, he wouldn’t have an interest in Sylvan Cheney either!

What’s attractive about a man who’s completely insensitive to others’ feelings!

Having deleted all the texts, Chale went back to his room to sleep.

He wrapped his arms around Jasmine, smacking his lips.

Jasy’s embrace was as warm as the sunshine in winter, so much so that he was somewhat reluctant to leave.

In his Rolls-Royce, Sylvan Cheney’s brows were furrowed, his gaze fixed on the phone screen.

Half an hour had passed with no response at the other end.

Was she sleepwalking?

The night was deep and the dew heavy; Sylvan Cheney’s heart skipped a beat.

His fingers remained in their original position, motionless.

After drifting off for about ten minutes, Sylvan Cheney came to his senses, threw his mobile phone aside.

What was he waiting for?

He recalled the words she had said to him in the changing room that day: I haven’t liked you for a while now.

Yes, she hadn’t liked him for a long time.

He started the car; the black Rolls-Royce vanished swiftly into the endless night.

The wind of the deep night was strong, whistling passed the car windows.

Halfway through his drive, Sylvan Cheney’s heart was entangled in a mass of threads, messy and impossible to untangle.

Screech—

He hit the brakes and took his phone again..