Fated love: the unwanted bride

The pouring rain streamed rapidly, its sound strident.

Sylvan Cheney’s strong hand was wandering over her smooth skin…

Jasmine Yale’s shoulders shook, her fear echoing the innocence of a newborn kitten.

Under Sylvan’s caress, her body shrunk into a ball, and her eyes were filled with panic.

“Jasy, I don’t like you one bit right now. Three years ago, when you climbed into my bed, you weren’t like this.”

Sylvan Cheney leaned forward and exhaled into her ear.

His voice was low, chilly, and suggestive.

It revealed the typical depth and sexiness of a man.

“Can’t you stop bringing up the mistakes I made three years ago?” Jasmine Yale choked out, “I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have got drunk, I shouldn’t have embraced you, I shouldn’t have climbed into your bed, I should have taken contraception… I know I was wrong, I know I was cheap…”

It felt as if an invisible hand was clutching Sylvan Cheney’s heart.

His blood seemed to flow backward and he radiated a fierce coldness.

“Even though I knew you had someone else in your heart, I still crawled into your bed. I am shameless, I’m disgraceful, I’m arrogant… Everything was my fault, my fault…”

Jasmine Yale was sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking.

“I was truly wrong. These three years, I’ve paid with everything I could. As you can see, I can never have a baby again. For a woman, this is the ultimate punishment, so…. Mr. Cheney, I beg you, I beg you… can you let me go?”

“I will never repeat the shameless thing I did three years ago, I won’t disrupt your family life, really… I can stay far away, okay? If you don’t trust me, I can make a written vow. I can even swear…”

“Mr. Cheney, don’t you trust me?… I can really swear, if I, Jasmine Yale, ever meddle in your life with Miss Fern again, I swear…”

“Enough!” Sylvan yelled.

He held onto her wrist, using all his strength.

Jasmine Yale’s words were like sharp blades, every word poking him hard and making his heart bleed.

Jasmine Yale was crying, trembling nonstop—

“Don’t you believe me?”

Sylvan’s searing gaze stared into her eyes, “Believe? Why wouldn’t I? I believe every single word you say. You even went to Haynes Seasons for hypnosis, why would there be something about you that I wouldn’t believe? Huh?”

“Then what do you want from me? Can you please get up? I want to take a shower, I’m cold.”

Jasmine Yale pleaded with him.

Her eyes filled with a pitiful look.

She was curled up beneath him, sniffled.

“What do you mean what do I want you to do? Jasmine Yale, making mistakes warrants punishment, especially for those unforgivable ones!”

Sylvan’s eyes were blazing as he stared at her.

The heat in his palm was rising rapidly as he traced over her body, making his own temperature increase at a fast rate.

“I didn’t make any mistake. What’s wrong with going to Haynes Seasons?”

Jasmine Yale glared at him defiantly.

In her eyes, there was an undying small temper.

She wouldn’t admit to this mistake.

Where did she go wrong?

Was it so wrong to forget him? He could live a peaceful life with Yolanda Fern, and she could live her life alone at ease.

Wasn’t that good enough?

Strangers passing by in the river of time.

“Jasmine Yale, if I let go of you now, would you run straight to Haynes Seasons?”

Sylvan’s anger was brimming at the edge.

“I did nothing wrong,” Jasmine Yale still didn’t admit it.