Fated love: the unwanted bride

Her face was terribly pale, and her heart was pounding.

Like the incoming tide, turbulent and roiling.

“Jasmine, as long as you spare them, I promise you anything.”

Kaine Zahir’s voice was choked up, he wept bitterly, his old tears streaking down his face.

Under the dark sky, he seemed so pitiful.

“Give up, it’s impossible,” Jasmine Yale made it very clear to him.

She wouldn’t risk her life on this.

To let Nancy Emmett go?

She still remembered the ruthless and evil look in Nancy Emmett’s eyes when she tried to strangle her.

“Jasmine, I’m kneeling towards you, please let your Aunt Gari go, is it okay…”

Saying these words, Kaine Zahir kneeled in the rain with a ‘thump’!

The wind blew his raincoat.

He knelt directly in front of her, regret etched all over his face.

In a flash, her world crumbled.

Jasmine Yale’s mind felt like it was about to explode.

Her hands were shaking badly.

A gust of wind blew up Kaine Zahir’s raincoat hood, and the heavy rain instantly drenched his hair.

His face was old and despairing.

He tightly pursed his lips, his gaze filled with pleading and pain.

Jasmine Yale grabbed her umbrella tightly.

Her heart felt like it was being strangled by a giant hand, making it difficult to breathe.

The man in front of her was her father, the man who had raised her for eight years.

Now, he knelt before her, begging her to spare those who had harmed her.

Her father, an arrogant man, was kneeling, pleading to her.

The rain drenched Kaine Zahir’s face, he closed his eyes, in unbearable pain, “Jasmine, save your Aunt Gari, spare Kamila…”

“Don’t… I can’t handle this.”

Her voice quivered as she spoke, then she ran away.

Steps erratic.

Her heart felt like it was going to burst, thumping wildly. Her mind felt like it was about to explode.

The bitterness spread in her throat, she didn’t know what she was feeling.

Her father, whom she hadn’t seen for fifteen years, was kneeling before her. How dare these inhuman people come to beg her?

Was she too cruel? She wasn’t…

If it wasn’t for Sylvan Cheney who picked her up, she would have died long ago.

Would she even exist now?

She staggered back to the Cheney Residence, not daring to look back.

It was pouring rain, the night sky was low.

When she returned to the Cheney Residence, Jasmine Yale looked dazed, her face pale.

Chale Cheney had already gone to bed.

Seeing Jasmine Yale soaked on one side, Butler Santana hurriedly fetched a dry towel.

“Miss Yale, why didn’t you call the driver to drive you back? Let me dry you off.” Butler Santana sympathized with her.

Jasmine Yale shook her head, her gaze empty and hazy, shrouded by a faint mist.

“Miss Yale, go upstairs and take a hot bath, I’ll run the bath for you.”

“I can do it myself,” Jasmine Yale replied flatly.

“Miss Yale, what happened? Did something happen?”

“No,” Jasmine Yale shook her head, “It’s just too cold outside.”

“Yes, it’s very cold tonight. The temperature will drop tomorrow. You should wear more clothes to work tomorrow, Miss Yale.”

“Okay.”

Jasmine Yale leaned on the railing, her legs feeling weak.

Her body felt icy cold.

She aimlessly walked up to the bathroom to take a shower.

She placed her bag on the table, and only then did she noticed that Little Chale had called her several times.

She went into the room to check on Little Chale.

The little boy was sleeping soundly, his little hands tightly clutching the quilt, like a little kitten.

Jasmine Yale sat down on the edge of the bed, bent over, and touched his face.

She lowered her head and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

Only this little guy could make her feel a bit better..