Fated love: the unwanted bride

“My God, Mr. Cheney is the real catch, never had a hint of scandal, the only scandal he ever had was with his own wife.”

The comments are everywhere!

Because she wasn’t in the pictures, no one knew who she was.

But some sharp-eyed people pointed out, it was the same person from the candid photos before.

Mr. Cheney hasn’t been home long, has been caught by paparazzi three times and made headlines thrice!

Twice with his wife.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t eat, she’s not his wife! Not at all!

Slightly panicked, her finger hovered over Sylvan Cheney’s number, doubting whether to make the call or not.

After that earth-shattering quarrel, they had decided not to contact each other anymore.

But now, it’s clear that he knows she’s the one who created the post.

If she doesn’t apologize, she may not just lose her job, she may also be in grave danger.

Who would pick a fight over money?

Jasmine Yale’s hand trembled, but she dialed anyway.

For more than ten seconds, her heart pounded vigorously, blood pulsing quickly through her veins.

“Hm?”

Sylvan Cheney’s voice came from the other end, deep and magnetically soothing.

“Mr. Cheney, can we talk?”

“I don’t have time.”

Right after he spoke, Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone.

“!!!”

Jasmine Yale gritted her teeth. He doesn’t have time?

Alright, she remembered, he was out shopping with his wife, why would he have time?

It’s not worth getting angry over it. Made a headline, so what? At worst, she won’t snap his picture next time.

Still, she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling.

At ten o’clock that night, Jasmine Yale hailed a cab and headed home.

All night, she downed several glasses of alcohol to calm herself.

Her apartment complex was old, the light in the staircase was broken, but she was used to the way and walked up to the fifth floor.

She got her keys out of her pocket and was about to open the door.

But just as she extended her arm, she was swept up by an domineering force.

She lost her footing and fell into the man’s arms!

With a “ping”, the keys dropped to the ground.

His scent was too familiar. They spent twelve years together, after all.

The entryway was dark, so dark she couldn’t see her own hand.

“Does Mr. Cheney enjoy scaring people?” Jasmine Yale was indeed frightened.

A cold sweat broke out on her back, her heart leapt into her throat.

Sylvan Cheney did not respond to her, he bent down, picked up the keys, and opened the door.

As soon as they walked in, he pushed her against the wall, his large hand kneading her shoulder.

“What do you want?”

His deep voice was like a resonant cello in the darkness.

“I need to turn on the lights first.”

The place was pitch dark, she couldn’t see his face, she could only feel his hot breath brushing her face.

Why did he come over this late?

“Want to see me?”

” ” Jasmine Yale was choked up.

She reached up, found the switch, and the room lit up.

Sylvan Cheney was close, his eyes fell upon her face, undisturbed and collected.

“Mr. Cheney, it’s no big deal. Someone on the headlines is slandering you, you can have them taken down.” Jasmine Yale was uncomfortable.

“Oh?” Sylvan Cheney’s voice lifted, his eyes squinted slightly, “Slandering me? What should be done to such a person?”

Jasmine Yale stuttered, her mouth gaping wide.

“Hm?” Sylvan Cheney pressed on.

“Mr. Cheney, the headline post was written by me, I admit. But I didn’t post the photo, it was replaced by someone else. So, in this situation, you should clarify things, otherwise, it may damage your reputation.”

Jasmine Yale confessed everything to Sylvan Cheney.

“Clarify? We’ll talk about it when I’m free..”