Fated love: the unwanted bride

Besides, he was a man of such overwhelming power and influence.

“What are you thinking about?” Sylvan Cheney walked over and opened the car door.

Jasmine Yale looked up: “Nothing.”

He turned to her, his tall body leaning in, a pleasant look on his face.

As he got close, she could smell his unique scent, the understated Agarwood Fragrance.

It seemed like he was in a good mood today.

“Thinking about me?”

Jasmine Yale dismissed it: “Even if I was thinking about someone, it wouldn’t be you.”

“Is that so?” Sylvan Cheney moved closer, “During those three years I left Landon, did you think about me?”

Those three years?

The three years that he abandoned her, betrayed her?

Did he know that what she feared the most deep down was abandonment and betrayal?

With that thought, she broke out into a cold sweat.

“I thought Mr. Cheney would never come back, but surprisingly, we met again. Originally I thought I would never see you in my lifetime.” Jasmine Yale said indifferently.

She truly believed she would never see him again in her life.

She also heard that he planned to launch his career abroad and never return to the homeland.

So, seeing him this year was truly a huge surprise.

With it came memories, pain, and a chill in her heart.

Sylvan Cheney listening to her response, his expression softened, reminded of those three years in Lonton.

After a while, he reached out and caressed her chin.

The movement was gentle.

However, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

“If you never saw me again in your lifetime, would you miss me?” Sylvan asked.

“Perhaps, after all, you spent twelve years raising me, even if as a pet, there’s bound to be some affection for the master.”

Jasmine Yale avoided his gaze.

“Is that all?”

“Mm.”

“Jasmine Yale.” He looked at her steadily, “Sometimes, I really want to rip out your heart and see what’s inside.”

“I am heartless, no need to rip it out.”

Jasmine Yale kept a wooden expression, staring straight ahead.

The faint scent from his body tickled her nostrils, not overpowering, yet piercing her heart.

Sylvan Cheney returned to his seat, not immediately starting the car, but instead, he lit a cigarette.

The smoke rose, to some extent nicotine could numb his senses.

During those three years, he almost died.

How much did she know?

So, was it true? If he died, would she not miss him even a bit?

Her heart, in the end, didn’t belong to him anymore.

“Cough, cough.” Jasmine Yale covered her mouth, coughing softly.

Her body was still feeling a bit unwell, let alone having been agitated all night long yesterday.

Sylvan Cheney quickly extinguished the cigarette, “Sorry.”

He rolled down the window, letting in the cold wind.

Not long after, the smell of smoke dispersed.

“It’s okay.” Jasmine Yale looked ahead, “Are there any other procedures to be done? If not, let’s go pick up Little Chale. He wants to watch a movie.”

“Hmm.”

Sylvan Cheney drove the car out of there.

Chale Cheney was already anxiously waiting at home, having changed into a fancy set of clothes.

“I want to see Jasy, I want to see Jasy…”

The little fellow was running around non-stop in the living room.

“Master Chale, be careful not to trip.”

“Won’t trip!” The little one was hopping around in his overalls, clearly overjoyed.

Thinking of Jasy always made him so happy, so… could they have been little sweethearts in their previous lives?

Hee hee hee…

Chale Cheney kept running towards the door now and then.

“Master Chale, don’t worry, Miss Yale is still at work, she will be back soon.” Butler Santana tried to reassure him.

“Anxious … baby anxious …” Chale Cheney shakes his head.

He really was anxious, very anxious.

“Butler Santana, do you think my clothes are pretty?” Chale Cheney blinked his big eyes.

“Lovely, very lovely..”