Fated love: the unwanted bride

“That’s good.” Tomer nodded and said, “I’ll take care of her.”

“Thank you so much, Tomer.”

“It’s my duty.” Tomer said, “Fortunately, it’s not serious and so we don’t need to bother Mr. Cheney with this.”

Butler Santana paused, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Did Tomer know she had called Mr. Cheney?

“Mr. Cheney would be angry if he heard that we couldn’t even look after a guest.” Tomer remarked casually.

Butler Santana felt that Tomer was right. If Mr. Cheney found out, it wouldn’t be good.

Besides, Mr. Cheney has just arrived in Lonton and must be quite busy.

She had heard that Miss Yolanda had surgery.

“It’s not a big deal, Butler Santana, go ahead and do your work.” Tomer said.

“All right, I will.”

“Hmm.”

Although Butler Santana was personally entrusted by Mr. Cheney, Tomer was more experienced and senior in the Cheney Residence. Therefore, Santana often respected her and never questioned her conclusions.

Jasmine Yale had been sleeping for a long time.

From sunrise until sunset, she hadn’t woken up.

Her face was as pale as paper, with no color at all.

Drip after drip and glucose bottle after glucose bottle Ran through. Finally, her fever subsided somewhat.

When Chale Cheney came home in the evening, he ran straight to Jasmine’s room.

Riceball followed him!

“Jasy, Jasy…” He kept calling while running, “Oh no.”

The little guy accidentally fell on the stairs!

He scraped off skin from his little hand; oh, it was so painful.

The maid was chasing him, Butler Santana also rushed over, looking panicked.

“Little master, slow down!”

Chale Cheney couldn’t care less. He had been thinking of Jasy all day.

The silly Elaskan licked Chale Cheney’s little hand, and Chale Cheney also patted its head.

“Riceball, let’s go find Jasy.”

“Woof.”

“Good.”

The little boy opened Jasmine Yale’s door with Riceball.

He didn’t expect Jasy to still be asleep.

Chale Cheney was scared – did Jasy not want him anymore?

The little boy ran towards the bed with his stubby legs-

“Jasy, Jasy…”

After calling a few times, Jasmine Yale on the bed didn’t respond at all.

Butler Santana came over and picked him up: “Little master, Miss Yale is still resting, we can’t disturb her.”

“Hasn’t Jasy woken up yet?”

The little boy looked up, his dark eyes full of doubt.

“She woke up, but went back to sleep.” Butler Santana could only try to let him down gently.

“Oh.” The little guy finally understood, and he lowered his voice, “Then I’ll go down… I can’t wake Jasy.”

“Yes, come with me.”

Butler Santana held Chale Cheney and went back downstairs, with Riceball following.

Butler Santana was quite worried and had a sorrowful expression on her face.

Chale Cheney didn’t want to do his homework or eat, he really wanted to stay with Jasy.

Since Jasy had woken up, why didn’t she eat the fruits he sent? Didn’t she like it?

The little boy lay on the table, his cheek resting on the cool tabletop, he looked unhappy.

“Little master, let’s have dinner.” Butler Santana coaxed.

“No.”

“That won’t work. If Miss Yale found out that you are not eating dinner, she will be unhappy.”

“I said no.” Chale Cheney covered his ears.

Jasy is sick, he can’t be heartless and eat dinner.

Butler Santana was left helpless.

“Little master, that’s not okay. If you finish eating, then Miss Yale will wake up.”

“You’re lying.” Chale Cheney didn’t believe it.

Butler Santana was almost at her wits’ end.

“Little master, it’s true. Once you’ve finished eating, Miss Yale will wake up.

You can’t make her angry, you know? You see, she was so worried when you refused to eat yesterday..”