Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale furrowed her brows, turning to look at Tomer with a glacial sheen in her eyes.

“Tomer, watch your words in front of the child.”

“Miss Yale, am I wrong in anything I said? Can I possibly not know of your machinations?”

“You are free to think whatever you wish.” Jasmine Yale said dismissively, taking hold of Chale Cheney’s hand.

“Had you not desired to be the mistress of the Cheney Residence, you would’ve not shamelessly followed Mr. Cheney all these years, even seducing him on his twentieth birthday. I have been keeping these facts hidden for you. If you have lost your shame, you can’t blame me.”

“Can you not talk about such things in front of the child?!” Jasmine was visibly exasperated.

These words, Tomer actually uttered them in front of Chale Cheney.

Jasmine’s face turned a nasty shade.

Tomer glanced at Jasmine, then at Chale Cheney, speaking indifferently—

“Now you understand the feeling of being disgraced? If our young master learns what kind of person his beloved Jasy is, do you think he’ll still fancy you?”

In the chill wind, Jasmine’s body trembled slightly.

She had to admit, Tomer’s words struck her to the core.

Like her heart had been ripped open, bleeding again.

Her eyes were filled with traces of shattered pieces, splitting up into countless lines.

Chale Cheney gripped Jasmine’s hand tightly, not sure why, but he felt Jasy trembling.

“Jasy, let’s go home.” Chale held her hand tighter, “Let’s make hot pot at home.”

“Young master, why don’t we head back with Grandma Tomer, I’ll get you your favorite prawns, they’re hard to come by this season, do you want some?”

Chale Cheney shook his head: “Jasy and I decided to have hot pot.”

Having said that, Chale pulled Jasmine’s hand and said in a slightly domineering tone, “Jasy, let’s go home!”

“Mmm, let’s go home.”

Chale Cheney led the way, with Jasmine following him.

She seemed like a clueless child.

They headed towards the bus stop, leaving Tomer with a disgruntled look behind.

Jasmine was grateful to this intelligent boy; he was very protective of her.

But, she can’t help but worry… If one day the little guy found out that she had seduced his dad, how would he see her…

A dull ache grew in Jasmine’s head.

Selfishly, she hoped that he would never find out.

It was only after Jasmine and Chale got on the bus that Tomer slowly returned to the Audi.

She got into the back seat of the car and glanced at Yolanda Fern, who had stayed inside.

Fern was holding her forehead, looking exhausted with a pale complexion.

“Miss Fern, it seems we won’t be able to bring young master back.”

“Tomer, what is Jasmine up to?”

“She wants to use the young master, control him, so she can inherit Mr. Cheney’s wealth, claiming all of Mr. Cheney’s assets for herself.”

“You make her out to be quite calculating.” Fern casually said, with a faint smile.

She rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes.

“She has always been very cunning, otherwise she would not have climbed into Mr. Cheney’s bed.”

“That’s enough, no more about her, it’s the New Year, it’s frustrating.” Fern said indifferently, “Tomer, after the New Year, can you help me get some things from Lonton? I was in such a rush this time, I didn’t bring enough.”

“Of course, just let me know what you need.”

“Chris will be here later, let’s go to the airport first.”

“Alright, alright, it has been many years since I last saw young master Chris.”

“He has changed a lot.” Fern smirked,” Drive!”

Upon getting the order, the driver started the car and headed towards the airport.