Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Mr. Cheney.”

Several men dressed in suits bowed slightly, respectfully.

“Where is the photo being taken?” Sylvan Cheney’s brows furrowed slightly.

“Mr. Cheney, this way please.”

One of them led the way, guiding them toward a room.

This place was stern and solemn, which Jasmine Yale had always found

intimidating.

Unable to help herself, she tightly gripped Sylvan’s arm.

Her large eyes blinked fearfully.

Sylvan looked down to find her clinging to him. He patted her hand, “It’s alright, it won’t take long.”

The photographer noticed the pinch marks on Jasmine’s neckline and

suggested, “Mr. Cheney, perhaps Miss Yale should change her clothes.”

“Alright.”

Someone handed over a clean white high-collared shirt that perfectly covered the marks on her neck.

Sylvan handed her the shirt, “Go change.”

Jasmine nodded and went to the bathroom.

As soon as Jasmine left, one of the crew members asked, “Mr. Cheney, shall we

proceed with the medical examination procedure?”

“No need.” Sylvan removed his jacket.

Regardless of her condition, he wouldn’t change his decision.

Moreover, she seemed healthy and energetic.

“Alright.”

When the photographer had adjusted the camera, Jasmine returned.

She had changed into the white shirt, which made her look several years younger, sweet and youthful.

Sylvan gazed at her, his look was soft and fond.

“Jasy, come here.” He beckoned.

Jasmine came over and stood beside him.

She glanced curiously at him and asked, “Are we taking a group photo?”

“Hmm.” Sylvan responded.

“Oh.”

It made sense. After all, Chale Cheney was his son. However, she wasn’t accustomed to standing next to him.

“Miss Yale, please stand a bit closer to Mr. Cheney”, the photographer seriously instructed.

“Ah, okay.” Jasmine moved a little closer.

“Well… Miss Yale, can you move a bit more this way?” The photographer seemed rather helpless.

Sylvan appeared even more helpless as he glanced at Jasmine, “Are you afraid I will eat you if you get too close?”

“Oh.”

Jasmine also felt quite helpless and moved closer to him.

“Miss Yale, can you smile? You shouldn’t look so stiff.”

Jasmine screamed in her mind, isn’t it just a photograph? Why so many rules!

Anyway, to finish sooner, she decided to cooperate.

Jasmine gave a small smile.

“Ah, that’s it! Perfect!” The photographer could be considered as professional.

The flash went off, capturing their group photo.

“Is it done?” Jasmine asked.

Sylvan nodded, “That’s all, wait for me in the car. I need to discuss a few things with them.”

“Alright.”

Jasmine disliked the chilly atmosphere of this place and made her way out.

She settled into his car.

From today on, she had to take good care of Little Chale.

Once Sylvan finds his mother, she would willingly step back.

Before that, she wouldn’t ignore the little fellow again.

She would miss him.

Very much.

She was trying her best not to think of him as Sylvan’s son for otherwise, it would be unfair to the little fellow.

However, feigning nonchalance wasn’t easy. Who was Little Chale’s mother?

Little Chale was three years old this year, meaning, three years ago, when she

was still at the Cheney Residence, Sylvan had slept with that woman.

Admittedly, she hardly knew anything about his private life.

While she was busy with her studies, exams, and entertainment, she had never cared about Sylvan’s profession.

When she started sleeping with Sylvan, he was already twenty-six.

A physically healthy man having several women… perhaps that wasn’t so unusual..