Fated love: the unwanted bride

Did something urgent come up?

Jasmine sat on the hospital bed, watching TV and flipping through a comic book.

The wind was heavy outside, shaking the windows.

The ward was warm, the heat blowing making one sleepy.

Jasmine yawned, brushed back her hair, and casually flipped the pages of her book.

It was unknown how much time passed, but while she was silently leaning on the bed, the door opened.

Sylvan Cheney entered in a different coat, looking travel-worn, his forehead damp with moisture.

Under his eyes were shades of exhaustion, in his hands was a distinctive shopping bag from the Archeus Brand.

“Eat it while it’s hot.” Sylvan Cheney opened the bag.

Jasmine glanced at the time, he had been gone an entire hour, the sky was already dark.

He untied the scarf around his neck and put it by the bed.

As the bag opened, a delicious aroma filled the room.

“Didn’t you use to not like meat pastries?” Sylvan Cheney remarked lightly, “Have your taste changed?”

“Before…” Jasmine started to speak, then stopped.

In the past, it wasn’t that she didn’t like them, but he didn’t.

Since he didn’t like it, she wouldn’t eat it too.

“Hmm?” Sylvan frowned, sensing something in her words.

“Isn’t it normal to change one’s taste?” Jasmine replied.

She reached for one, she was truly hungry.

Archeus Brand’s pastries, she loved them.

She lowered her head to eat the pastry, hot and truly delicious.

As she ate, Sylvan watched her.

“Jasmine Yale, I have to go out and handle some important matters in the next few days. Stay in Landon, don’t run off.” Sylvan’s gaze fell on her face.

“I’m going to work in Singapore.” Jasmine’s expression was calm.

In truth, she didn’t have the energy to argue with Sylvan Cheney.

“I know what you hate me for.” Sylvan’s hand uncontrollably reached out to her hair. “Your baby was aborted, and I didn’t know.”

There was a thud-

The mooncake in Jasmine’s hand fell to the floor.

The mooncake rolled a circle and then came to a stop.

Her heart felt like it had been hit with a hammer, it hurt.

It shattered to pieces with a crash.

For three years, she hadn’t mentioned the baby in front of Sylvan, because she didn’t dare to.

The baby came inappropriately.

It was normal for him not to want it.

But she never thought that he would bring it up at this moment.

Yes, voluntarily.

She looked up at him, her eyes misty, her voice trembling: “Didn’t know? You didn’t know?”

“I didn’t know you were pregnant.” Sylvan said in a deep voice, “Rest assured, I will compensate you for your baby.”

In that moment, Jasmine’s vision blurred with tears, her heart uncontrollably trembled.

Compensation?

With what could he compensate?

Could the lost child return?

“Sylvan, whether you knew or not, my baby is gone. Since you said you didn’t know, I’ll forgive you. After all, my baby is gone, right?”

Jasmine was extraordinarily calm.

She hadn’t considered this answer.

But, three years had passed, regardless of who was right or wrong, it was pointless to discuss.

“Stay in Landon, I will properly compensate you.”

“I don’t want your compensation, really, I don’t want anything.” Jasmine choked back tears, her expression dazed, “The mistake I made three years ago was my own.”

Sylvan bowed and handed her another piece of fresh pastry.

“Eat first.” Sylvan said softly.

“Where is Joe Heath?” Jasmine asked, lifting her head.