Fated love: the unwanted bride

His embrace was warm, and Jasmine Yale fell into a deep sleep once again.

Sylvan Cheney had, by then, lost all desire to sleep. Holding her, he simply lay down beside her.

She was very thin, he could easily embrace her in his arms.

He kissed her hair, the coolness of his lips grazing her earlobe, her cheek.

The night was deep, and the snow filled the sky.

The next day, the weather in Landon was still freezing, the snow had been falling relentlessly all night.

Everywhere was covered in a blanket of white, as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but white.

Jasmine Yale stirred.

The first thing she felt when she woke up was Sylvan Cheney’s firm chest.

She realized that he had placed her small feet in his embrace to keep warm. Upon waking up, her body felt warm all over.

“Awake?” Sylvan Cheney’s voice was hoarse.

“Mm,” Jasmine Yale lowered her eyelashes.

“Still hurts?”

“Much better.”

“The snow is falling outside, but unfortunately, you are ill and can’t go out.”

“It’s the same if I watch it from inside the room.”

“You used to enjoy the snow, often catching a cold from playing outside, I used to scold you quite often.”

Hearing Sylvan Cheney suddenly bring up the past, Jasmine Yale felt a sting in her nose.

The outside world instantly blurred at the corners of her vision.

The past… was so far away.

It felt like a century ago, like a dream.

“The same applies now. If you catch a cold, I would still scold you,” said Sylvan Cheney, his expression serious as he held her close.

Jasmine Yale was too weak to respond, she simply allowed herself to be held in his embrace.

The scent of him filled her senses.

A scent that was at once familiar and yet, strange.

“Mr. Cheney, you should go to work,” she said.

“No need.”

“I want to go to Sinkapore. I don’t get sick there often.”

“Are you insistent on going?” Sylvan Cheney’s forehead creased, his frown deep.

Jasmine Yale remained silent.

“If you really want to leave, give me a bit more time. But before that, you are not allowed to go anywhere else. Stay here in Landon,” he said.

Jasmine Yale still did not speak.

“Are you going back to sleep? If not, get up and look at the snow.”

“I don’t feel like moving.”

“Then stay in bed. I’ll go get you breakfast. What would you like to eat?”

“Soy milk from Lean Brand, chicken mushroom buns from Bun King, and fried dough sticks from the shop in the south of the city.” Jasmine Yale blurted out her favorites instantly.

Sylvan Cheney was taken aback, he smiled and stroked her hair.

“You sure know how to make things difficult.”

She loved these foods from these restaurants, but it was hard to enjoy them all together since they were scattered in different locations.

In the past, if she wanted to eat them, she would instruct Aunt Hurst the previous day.

Today, the rare occasion she requested from him, Sylvan Cheney decided to make the trip himself.

Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, her eyelashes gently drooping.

Sylvan Cheney got out of bed to brush his teeth, then put on a black coat, his figure tall and slender.

Before leaving, he leaned over and kissed Jasmine Yale’s forehead, “Be good, wait for me to come back.”

“Mmm,” Jasmine Yale replied blurrily.

Sylvan quickly fetched his car from the hospital’s parking lot.

The snow outside was falling heavily, everything was blanketed in white.

There were people shoveling the accumulated snow everywhere he looked, causing traffics, the situation was terrible.

Sylvan Cheney called up his friend Zaiden Santos.

“Zaiden, help me block the three roads near the Gold Water City intersection.”

Zaiden Santos was still in slumberland, upon receiving the call from Sylvan Cheney, he couldn’t help but chuckle: “Mr. Cheney, are we blocking roads this early in the morning?”

“Yes.”

“What are you up to this time?” Zaiden Santos chuckled lightly.

“Nothing much,” and he ended the call.

He was just worried that the accumulated snow would block the roads, causing delays, thus jeopardizing Jasmine Yale’s breakfast.