Fated love: the unwanted bride

She looked around, but couldn’t find Chale Cheney.

She could only hear her mother calling from afar, “Jasmine, Jasmine, come here”…

Jasmine Yale hadn’t seen her mother in fifteen years, she missed her.

She stopped looking for Chale Cheney, turned around again, and started walking toward her mother.

The person in Sylvan Cheney’s arms was becoming weaker. Sylvan Cheney pinched her cheeks in desperation.

“Jasmine Yale, you’re not allowed to die, wake up” he pleaded.

“Jasmine Yale, as long as you wake up, I’ll promise you anything.”

“Jasmine Yale, don’t die, don’t leave me, don’t leave…”

His voice was filled with increasing desperation and fear.

In the end, this usually resolute and steady man looked lost and powerless. The sharpness in his eyes had completely faded, leaving only endless bewilderment.

Tears glistened in his eyes.

A hot tear dropped onto Jasmine Yale’s long eyelashes.

The sky gradually brightened, the rain stopped, and the moon started to sink.

The light of dawn at a distance became clearer, and the first rays of the sun appeared.

The forest still felt like a maze, shrouded in white mist, and seemed boundless and profound.

Sylvan Cheney held her hand tightly, he was extremely scared.

This kind of fear surged from the depths of his heart, like years of pent-up emotion that suddenly gushed out.

In her delirium, just as Jasmine Yale was about to touch her mother’s palm—————-

suddenly, a force pulled her away. The pain shot through her hand.

She was pulled away, moving farther and farther away from her mother…

“Jasy, promise me, survive… No matter what you want, I’ll give it to you. Even if you hate me, or love me, all I want is for you to be alive…”

Another tear dropped onto Jasmine Yale’s face.

Sylvan Cheney had never felt so helpless.

It felt like being stranded on an uninhabited island, with a lamp just within reach, only to see it go out as you approach.

The despair in that moment permeated his whole body.

Sylvan Cheney felt icy cold.

After a long while, Charles Mcintosh finally arrives with some people.

When Charles Mcintosh saw Sylvan Cheney and Jasmine Yale, both covered in blood, he obviously faltered.

What…what had happened?

“Mr. Cheney!”

“Go get the first-aid kit! Hurry!” Sylvan Cheney roared.

He shook the unconscious Jasmine Yale in his arms: “Jasmine Yale, wake up, keep awake, I will take you home…”

Immediately, Charles Mcintosh ordered his bodyguards to find a doctor.

Sylvan Cheney, holding Jasmine Yale, ran swiftly.

He never thought that he would face such despair one day.

Charles Mcintosh followed him closely.

“Mr. Cheney, what happened?”

“Prepare the hemostatic medicine. If anything happens to Jasmine, everyone else will pay with their lives!”

“Understood.”

Then it dawned on Charles Mcintosh, they were in the forest, Mr. Cheney and Jasmine Yale must have encountered a wild beast!

With this thought, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Jasmine Yale was covered in blood, the smell of blood was spreading in the air.

On Sylvan Cheney’s face Charles Mcintosh saw a sense of helplessness and caution he had never seen before…

He had never seen this side of Sylvan Cheney.

In Charles Mcintosh’s eyes, Sylvan Cheney was always decisive, ruthless, and indifferent.

How could he be panic-stricken and scared?

But at this moment, Sylvan Cheney was someone Charles Mcintosh had never seen before!

Finally, Sylvan Cheney, carrying Jasmine Yale, walked out of the forest, heading towards the half-burnt villa.

In the villa, there were several bodies that had not been dealt with.

The place was secluded, the doctor would not be able to arrive immediately.

Thankfully, they had a first-aid kit.

Sylvan Cheney clenched his lips as he tended to Jasmine Yale’s wounds.