Fated love: the unwanted bride

She still remembered, every time he returned from abroad, she would eagerly run to the door, helping him with his suitcase and coat.

She behaved more industriously than even a servant.

Pain jabbed at her heart again.

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang. Jasmine Yale looked up, her hand trembling.

Sylvan Cheney?

After hesitating for about ten seconds, she picked it up.

“Mr. Cheney.”

“Where are you?”

“Where the hell are you?!”

Fury was clear in his tone.

Like a burning inferno, furious and fierce, leaving nothing in its path.

Jasmine Yale’s shoulders quivered, her throat was dry, and she was unable to speak.

“Did you quit your job?” he suppressed his rage.

Jasmine felt a jolt in her heart.

She had left her resignation letter on Sister Penny’s desk yesterday, so Sister Penny should have seen it when she arrived at work today.

But surprisingly, Sylvan Cheney also knew.

She didn’t understand what he was angry about. She was resigning, how was it any of his business?

But, she had known him for twelve years. She deeply understood that his temper was at its breaking point.

Before turning twenty, he rarely lost his temper with her, the most recent time was when she was nineteen.

After her confession of love to him failed, she still felt a sense of defeat.

Purely by chance, a woman came to the Cheney Residence and asked her to deliver a birthday gift and love letter to him.

In the past, she would have maliciously thrown it away and acted ignorant.

But that time, she gave it to him—

“Mr. Cheney, your gift and love letter.”

“Who is it from?”

“A very beautiful young lady, she said you would know once you see it.”

“Jasmine Yale, use your brain. Don’t bring me this stuff in the future!”

At that time, she had been scolded and was very upset.

The sky outside the airport was clear blue, stretching into infinity.

The fog had long dissipated.

“Jasmine Yale, speak up. Why did you quit? Where are you now?” he rubbed his forehead showing signs of fatigue, “I haven’t seen you in many days. Come see me, I have something to show you.”

In his hand, lied a ring shaped like a blue demoness flower, silently.

The sunlight shone on it, the diamonds emitted a cold but brilliant light.

Beauty to its utmost, dazzling and radiant.

His tone noticeably softened.

“I don’t want to see you.” Jasmine Yale slowly opened her mouth, speaking candidly.

On the other side, Sylvan Cheney’s palm suddenly clenched, his stomach was filled with suppressed coldness.

“Tell me, where are you?”

“I have a boyfriend now, Mr. Cheney. We should not meet again, I want to live a good life.”

Jasmine Yale’s tone was exceedingly gentle, calm, and serene, like a calm lake, without any ripples.

“Boyfriend? Joe Heath? Huh?”

“I told you to stay away from him, did you not hear me?”

“Mr. Cheney, you have no right to command me, I am not a member of the Cheney family, we have no relation.”

“You like Joe Heath? You love him very much?”

“…” Jasmine Yale drifted off into a daze.

Her head was killing her.

“Jasmine Yale, you’ve become bold, do you really believe I wouldn’t dare to do anything to you?” Sylvan Cheney’s fist suddenly clenched.

The ring in his palm prickled him with pain.

At that moment, his face was extremely gloomy, and his stern eyes held an indecipherable chill and frost.

“I have my own life, Sylvan Cheney. You are a Cheney, I am a Yale, we are unrelated.” Jasmine Yale was also angry.

This man always managed to easily irritate her.

She couldn’t get a boyfriend, couldn’t leave without saying goodbye, couldn’t ignore him.

And him?

(Heard someone wants to torture the male lead? It won’t be long before we might be torturing the male and female leads together- Yup, I am the wicked stepmother-I won’t accept razor blades~Non-combatants may disperse….)