Fated love: the unwanted bride

Mr. Cheney’s adoration for his young son was sky-high, he wished to give him only the best of everything.

Yet, his care for Miss Yale went beyond her understanding.

She had thought that Mr. Cheney never really cared about women.

Jasmine Yale paused for a moment, her cheeks reddening.

“He’s just joking,” said Jasmine Yale indifferently, and turned to leave, “I’m fine sleeping in the guest room.”

With that, Jasmine Yale headed upstairs.

She had often slept in Sylvan Cheney’s bed before, with the most memorable time being her 20th birthday.

Thinking about that, she felt a complexity of emotions.

“Miss Yale, this Saturday, Mr. Cheney said that you should accompany the young master to the hospital for a physical examination.”

Jasmine Yale stopped in her tracks and looked downstairs, “Physical examination?”

“Yes, it’s customary.”

“Oh, I see, I’ll take Little Chale there then.”

Jasmine Yale knew that Sylvan Cheney led a very disciplined life, with regular health check-ups every year.

She had also enjoyed this privilege when she lived at the Cheney Residence.

Unexpectedly, Little Chale was so young, and Sylvan Cheney was already arranging physical examinations for him.

What a father he is.

Little Chale must be scared, right?

The rain was relentless, the sounds of “whoosh” and “swoosh” filled the outside.

The guest room that Jasmine Yale chose was very close to the rooftop, she could hear the sound of the wind chimes.

Ding ding ding ding…

Crisp and pleasing to the ears.

Amidst the faint sound of wind chimes, Jasmine Yale slowly fell asleep.

She had a dream, a dream about Kaine Zahir.

Before the age of eight, Kaine Zahir liked to drink a lot, and she grew up in such an atmosphere.

Luckily, her mother was very gentle and would comfort her, telling her not to be afraid.

What she feared most was not Kaine Zahir drinking, but his uncontrollable mouth after he got drunk.

This time, she dreamt of Kaine Zahir cursing her mother again.

He kicked open the door after getting drunk, smashing his wine bottle on the ground!

“Drinking again, huh? I’ll make you some sobering tea,” her mother went to the kitchen gently.

“Get your ass back here! Making sobering tea? So you can sneak off to your lover when I’m drunk?”

Mother ignored him, she went to the kitchen and brought out a pot of tea.

“Am I wrong? Don’t forget, you are married to me!”

“I haven’t forgotten,”

“Who are you trying to fool? You whore!”

Kaine Zahir started cursing mother.

She couldn’t bear to hear it, she hugged Kaine Zahir’s leg, “Don’t scold mom, mom is very tired.”

But, she was kicked away by Kaine Zahir and was given an angry glare.

“You’re just as rotten as your mother!”

“Don’t scold Jasmine.”

Mother frowned, picked her up from the ground, and locked her in the bedroom.

At this moment, Kaine Zahir picked up a cup from the table, and smashed it against the wall with great force!

“Crash”—

The cup broke.

Jasmine Yale woke up in cold sweat. She touched her forehead, rapidly turning on the bedside lamp.

It was a nightmare again.

She didn’t like any bit of the life before she turned eight.

Seeing Kaine Zahir again today awoke all her nightmares.

She was sweating profusely; Jasmine Yale glances outside.

It was still raining.

She couldn’t sleep anymore, she took a sip of the cold boiled water, turned on her phone, glancing at it, it was already half past midnight.

She posted a Weibo message—

Little Orange: An unshakeable nightmare.

Her life before turning eight was a nightmare, and so was the year when she turned twenty.

These two dreams alternately appeared, leaving her restless.

She had thought that everyone was asleep, but unexpectedly, SJC replied to her swiftly.

SJC: What happened? Had a nightmare?

Little Orange.: Yeah.

SJC: I’m here.

Little Orange.: Thank You.

SJC: What for? Huh?