Fated love: the unwanted bride

Only then did Jasmine Yale realize that the epitome of shamelessness was –

Show no emotion at all, show righteousness, be very serious, but… to say something extremely, incredibly, extremely shameless.

This, probably, is the epitome of shamelessness, the pinnacle of shamelessness!

Jasmine Yale got to witness, got to deeply experience it.

Certainly, Sylvan Cheney has reached this level of enlightenment.

Even now, after saying these words, he can act nonchalant and unapologetic. It’s as if nothing happened.

As if he didn’t say anything just now!

How could such a person exist in this world?

Damn it!!!

Jasmine Yale choked, she couldn’t utter a single word for a long time.

Yes, she was mad, truly mad!

Her heart pounded wildly, as if her breath was halted.

She admits defeat, isn’t that enough?

Jasmine Yale glared at Sylvan Cheney, her eyes as sharp as a knife.

“Sylvan Cheney, where is your shame?” She glared at his eyes, gnashing her teeth.

“My shame? Isn’t it all good?”

Having said that, Sylvan Cheney turned around, his lips curling up slightly, and walked downstairs.

Jasmine Yale, holding on to the railing, wished she could squeeze it to oblivion. She truly wanted to strangle this arrogant man to death.

Catch his neck, strangle him to death.

When Sylvan Cheney reached the first floor, Jasmine Yale was still on the second floor.

He glanced upstairs, his eyes covered with a layer of warm fog.

“Come down.”

His tone, was like how one would speak to a child.

Cajoling, pampering.

Jasmine Yale’s heart skipped a beat.

This voice, this feeling…. Very familiar.

During their student years, she would often drag her feet on her way to school, taking her time on the staircase.

Sometimes Sylvan Cheney would be at the bottom of the stairs while she was still dawdling on the third floor.

Then, he would stretch out his hand, slightly raise his head and shout, “Come down.”

The tone.Js exactly the same as it is now.

Her heart skipped a beat.

So it appears, that memories can never be erased.

What existed, existed. It is indelible, like a branding.

So-called forgetting, is just self-deception.

She lowered her head quietly, looking at the road under her feet, stepping down one by one.

This time, she was extraordinarily careful.

The surroundings were quiet, only her footstep sound – gently echoing.

Thump, thump, thump.

“Mr. Cheney, I should go now.” She walked in front of him.

“Hmm.”

“You have to remind Little Chale to take his medicine on time.” Jasmine Yale reiterated, still not at ease.

“What about the promise you made to the child?”

“I will come by tonight.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“No need.” Jasmine Yale shook her head in refusal, “I can take a taxi.”

“This is a declarative sentence not a question!”

II II

Jasmine Yale was taken aback; this man, so overbearing.

Let him fetch her then, as long as he doesn’t find it ostentatious.

As for herself, she was indifferent.

Jasmine Yale collected her belongings and prepared to walk towards the exit.

As she brushed past him, he casually remarked.

“I’m sorry for my bad temperament the night before last.”

Huh?

Was Sylvan Cheney apologizing to her?

If she remembered correctly, for the past three years, he had apologized to her several times.

If this were the past, this would have been absolutely impossible.

He was such a proud and aloof man, how could he apologize to a woman?

However, no matter how many times he apologized, it couldn’t bring back the life of that baby.

What he owes her, he will not be able to repay it in this lifetime.

Jasmine Yale stopped in her tracks, she coldly responded, “Mr. Cheney, you did nothing wrong, everything you do is right.”

“Do you blame me?”