Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale’s eyes sparkled, enjoying the newfound feeling of wealth.

She began counting.

Sylvan Cheney was impatient, “Just like I’ve wronged you all these years.”

She behaved like someone who had never seen money.

“It is very wrong indeed. You were gone for three years without so much as a whisper, leaving me without even alimony.” Jasmine Yale did not raise her head and continued counting.

“Blaming me?”

“Oh damn, I lost count again…where was I…Stop talking to me.” Jasmine complained.

She couldn’t keep track of the numbers in her head, so she had to resort to using a calculator.

“I won a total of 369,000.”

Sylvan Cheney opened his mouth with disdain, his gaze straight ahead.

“What?” Jasmine Yale disbelieved.

She ran the numbers on her calculator once again, it was wrong.

She laughed, “It’s clearly 211,000.”

Sylvan Cheney made a mistake for once!

However, Sylvan looked contemptuous, tossed her his stack of checks and ordered, “Add this!”

Jasmine took the checks, they were not few.

She counted again—

“Mr. Cheney, you have 158,000.”

“Hmm.”

Jasmine was surprised, SO…211,000+158,000=369,000!

She turned her head, looking at Sylvan Cheney in shock!

How could this man’s brain be so efficient? When did he figure it out?

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s not challenging.” Sylvan Cheney was disdainful.

It’s just memorizing numbers and then adding them up.

Not challenging???

Jasmine felt deeply ashamed and even more embarrassed.

Being with him always gave her a feeling of being trodden on intellectually, and a constant feeling of being an idiot.

Actually… She was not that bad.

However, he always thought she was dumb.

Jasmine awkwardly put away the checks, pouting and her mood turning sour.

When she was giving back his share, he casually said, “It’s all yours.”

Jasmine’s hand didn’t falter, she continued stuffing.

“I don’t want it.”

What does she need so much money for.

211,000…That’s already plenty for her to use for a long, long time.

“If I give it to you, you take it!” Sylvan Cheney was annoyed.

“I said no! What isn’t mine, isn’t mine! I’m clear on that!” Jasmine yelled back.

What wasn’t hers, would never be hers.

Just like him, just like Little Chale, the same.

Sylvan Cheney scoffed, “If it weren’t for me, could you have won money tonight?”

Jasmine was left speechless, she knew he threw the game.

She flippantly threw her own checks at him, “Did you feel like you held back?

Then take these as well! Let’s just treat it as fun and games!”

“Jasmine Yale, I truly spoiled you for those twelve years!”

To the point that, every now and then, you act out towards me.

Who would dare to vent their anger at him?

With her attitude, he needed to step in and set things in order.

Otherwise, the one who would suffer in the future would be him.

“Mr. Cheney, I’m not happy when you say that. When you found me, I was unconscious, but you were awake.”

Which is to say, he brought her home.

“….” Caught off guard, Sylvan Cheney found himself speechless.

Jasmine reached out to take back the checks, and after thinking about it, she felt reluctant to let go.

She put her own portion in her bag.

Regardless, having money was always better than not having money, even if Sylvan Cheney had thrown the game.

She still had a life to live.

“Feeling better?” Slyvan Cheney nonchalantly asked.

Under the car lights, his chiseled handsome face was bathed in a soft glow, seemingly much more tender. His tone also eased.

“I was almost back to normal at first, but the cigarette smoke was too heavy tonight, my throat feels uncomfortable now.”