Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale was forced by him, a light layer of water mist covering her bright eyes.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t want to let go of her at all, kissing her fiercely, as if he wished to dissolve her into himself.

She couldn’t struggle away, her shoulders trembling.

Just as Sylvan Cheney was kissing her forcefully, kissing her until she couldn’t breathe—

She began to cry, tears falling with a “pa da” sound.

A single tear dropped onto Sylvan Cheney’s hand, the coolness spreading.

Only then did he pull away from her mouth, his gaze icy.

“Feeling wronged?” His voice was cold as ice.

“If it weren’t for Little Chale, I would never interact with you again,” Jasmine

Yale choked out tearfully, bowing her head to dry her eyes.

“If not for Little Chale, you would avoid me for the rest of your life?”

“Yes.”

“Jasmine Yale, even a pet dog would wag its tail at me! What are you?

Ungrateful?!” Sylvan Cheney’s anger flared up, his eyes bloodshot.

“In your eyes, I have always been worse than a dog,” she declared defiantly, staring back at him.

Sylvan Cheney’s gaze was ablaze with fury, like a wildfire burning uncontrollably, his eyes looking as though they could devour her.

“Don’t mess with Jasy, No picking on Jasy…”

Suddenly—

A car pulled over on the side of the road, Chale Cheney opened the door and, using his short legs, ran over quickly.

He pushed Sylvan Cheney away and bit hard on his hand!

Chale Cheney was there, protecting Jasmine Yale.

His dark, big eyes stared at Sylvan Cheney! He was very angry!

“Little Chale!” Jasmine Yale bent over to pick him up off the ground.

Held in Jasmine’s arms, Chale Cheney was on the verge of tears himself, staring at Jasmine.

“Uh uh, did someone bully Jasy?”

“No.” Jasmine Yale denied.

“You’re lying. You’re crying.” Chale Cheney extended a pudgy hand to wipe her tears away.

“No, it’s just that the wind is too strong tonight. It’s making me uncomfortable.”

“No, it was this meanie who bullied you!”

Chale Cheney turned his head, with a frown, he glared at Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney twitched at the corner of his eye.

His hand hurt from the bite inflicted by the child.

“No, Uncle Cheney didn’t bully me, Little Chale, be good, let’s go home.”

Jasmine cooed at him.

“I was just at an art class, Jasy, I drew a really nice picture, I’ll show it to you.” Chale Cheney wiped her tears with his hand. His small face was full of concern. “Can I show you next time?”

“Jasy, don’t be sad…” Chale Cheney looked pained, “When you cry, I want to cry too.”

“No… Little Chale, you’re a boy, and boys aren’t supposed to cry.” Jasmine continued soothing him, “Jasy isn’t crying.”

“Liar, liar.” Chale Cheney didn’t believe her.

Jasy was really crying.

The little lad kissed Jasmine, his big eyes full of hurt: “Jasy, you’re unhappy.”

“No, no, Jasy is happy to see Little Chale.”

That was true.

Only seeing Little Chale would make her happy.

It seemed like the only thing that could make her happy.

There was an unclear implication in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes. After a while, he softened his tone.

“You can take him out for some fun tomorrow.”

With that, he strode toward the Cheney Residence.

Chale Cheney was startled, then screamed at Sylvan Cheney’s retreating figure.

“Really? Can I go home with Jasy tonight?”

Sylvan Cheney did not reply, his silhouette imbued with a sense of desolation.

Halfway down the road, he drew a cigarette from his pocket and lit it..