Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Nope, I’m scared.” The little boy started to act spoilt with Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale stroked his head: “Jasy needs to draw blood too, Jasy is not scared, and you should not be either.”

But, she was frightened.

During her childhood, she would cry for a long time even from a small prick, let alone having blood drawn.

Back then, the workers at the Cheney Residence would secretly call her “Crybaby”.

At that time, she would take the opportunity to act spoiled with Sylvan Cheney.

Whenever she was ill and needed an IV, she would deliberately snuggle into Sylvan Cheney’s arms.

She would act spoilt like Chale Cheney: “Hugging makes it less painful.”

Sylvan Cheney was naturally cold, aloof, and kept distance from others, but he would indulge her when Jasmine acted spoilt.

Therefore, she kept trying.

Every time, she would snuggle into his arms, and he would hold her silently.

Though the needle hurt, she felt it was worthwhile being held by him. Occasionally, she would even sneak a touch of his abs.

As they grew older, people started to gossip.

She felt embarrassed to snuggle into Sylvan Cheney’s arms anymore.

However, it seemed that Sylvan Cheney was accustomed to it. Every time she was ill and needed an injection, he would instantly pull her into his arms and cover her eyes.

This routine action seemed as simple and natural as eating or sleeping.

Now that she recalled, it was quite amusing back then.

She was not sure what kind of feelings Sylvan Cheney had for her.

“Jasy, will you hold me when I get the injection?” Chale Cheney acted spoiled with Jasmine Yale again.

He blinked his grape-like eyes, looking at Jasmine Yale innocently.

“Okay, Jasy will hold you all the time.”

The little boy jumped onto Jasmine Yale, rubbing against her and acted spoilt.

As Jasmine Yale held the soft little boy, she felt happy.

All her negative emotions vanished instantly.

The car left the Cheney Residence.

As they passed a certain road, Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but look outside.

That’s where Kaine Zahir knelt down and begged her.

Was she heartless?

Jasmine Yale did not want to think about it.

“Jasy, when I took an injection before, my dad used to hold me. My dad was very good to me.” The little boy started to chatter with Jasmine Yale.

He rolled up his sweater sleeve, pointing at his wrist.

“Right here, I often got injections. It was really painful.”

Jasmine Yale laughed: “Our Little Chale is the best, not scared, right?”

“Not scared, not scared.”

The little boy smiled showing his two rows of baby teeth.

“Little boy, why did you lie to Jasy that your dad was not nice to you before?”

Jasmine caressed his face, “Children cannot lie.”

“I… I said that, so you would feel bad for me, then you would be good to me.” The little boy looked wronged.

“Regardless of the circumstance, Jasy will always be good to you.” Jasmine held him tight.

“I know, I know it all.”

“Little Chale, do you like Lonton or Landon more?”

“Wherever Jasy is, it’s fun.” The little boy giggled.

“You naughty boy.” Jasmine laughed too.

Her face was against Chale’s face, the two of them in perfect intimacy. Jasmine didn’t know how much longer she could spend with the little boy…

Maybe a year, maybe a month, maybe a day.

She knew that day would eventually come.

At seven-thirty in the morning, they arrived at the hospital.

Butler Santana and Tomer were also there.

A special medical examination passage, with top-notch doctors.

Seeing the hospital scared Jasmine and Chale tried to run away, looking terrified.

Doctor Zaila, who was leading them, held Chale’s hand and caught him.