Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 220: Still So Fond of Crying

Her eyelashes dropped instantly, her eyes filled with misty tears.

“Mr. Cheney, I’m sorry. When someone does something wrong, they should pay the price.” Jasmine Yale looked down, “I won’t see Little Chaley…after today.”

She had made a huge decision.

She hadn’t known the little guy for a long time, but he’d already nestled deep in her heart.

Now, saying these words was like stabbing herself in the heart.

“This time, it was my mistake. I’m willing to accept responsibility.” She spoke word byword, calmly.

“Responsibility? You speak of it so lightly. Jasmine Yale, what can you offer for responsibility?”

Sylvan Cheney let her lean against his arm, his hot breath brushing her face.

Jasmine Yale looked at him, her eyes red.

“I…” Her eyes were reddening.”

She really…didn’t have anything to offer Little Chaley.

Yeah, what could she offer for responsibility?

“Jasmine Yale, I’ve taken care of you twelve years. Do I not know who you are?” Sylvan Cheney glared at her, “An irresponsible woman!”

“I’m not!” Jasmine Yale defended herself vigorously, urgently!

She grabbed Sylvan Cheney’s arm, gripping it tightly.

She’s not like that! She’s not irresponsible!

“I truly don’t know how to take responsibility. If I can’t see Little Chaley again, I wouldn’t even have a chance to treat him well.”

Speaking like this, Jasmine Yale began to cry.

Her tears wet her long eyelashes, dropping one by one, her eyes filled with a thin layer of mist.

Her eyes were raw red, but she still grasped Sylvan Cheney’s hands tightly.

Actually, she wanted a chance to make amends.

“Still such a crybaby.” Sylvan Cheney’s voice softened.

He reached out and wiped her tears with his thumb.

When his warm fingers touched her delicate skin, Jasmine Yale slightly trembled.

“Mr. Cheney, can I have an opportunity to make amends? I was wrong, truly wrong, I shouldn’t have trusted others blindly.”

In her eyes, there was remorse.

She didn’t want to.Jeave Little Chaley.

“Chance? It’s not impossible.” Sylvan Cheney said, pausing for a moment.

Jasmine Yale looked at him, her eyes still watery: “A what? Maybe I could do it…”

Sylvan Cheney freed a hand, picked up a file from the copilot seat.

He threw it to Jasmine Yale.

“The adoption agreement from last time, sign it and take responsibility for Little Chaley!”

Sylvan Cheney’s tone was serious and stern.

“I don’t have to sign it with Mr. Yale?”

“If you want to sign with Mr. Yale, go ahead. I will call him right now.” There was a hint of impatience in Sylvan Cheney’s tone.

“No.” Jasmine Yale quickly explained, knowing Sylvan Cheney had a temper, “I just wanted to inform Mr. Yale…”

Sylvan Cheney didn’t speak, just looked at her.

Jasmine Yale picked up the agreement, her gaze avoiding his: “Mr. Cheney, could you please get up? I can’t sign it like this.”

Sylvan Cheney finally let her go.

He closed the car door. Inside the car, it was quiet, only the two of them.

The agreement was the same as last time. She almost didn’t understand it.

This time, she didn’t bother to go through it.

“Mr. Cheney, I have a question…”

“Speak.” Sylvan Cheney’s fingers lightly tapped the chair.

“The kidnapper said today that Little Chaley is your son.” Jasmine Yale said solemnly.

“Oh?” Sylvan Cheney’s tone was playful, “You believe everything they say? With this level of intellect, I don’t think you can sign this agreement.”