Fated love: the unwanted bride

Under the dim yellow light, she saw a hint of fatigue on his face.

She couldn’t think of what might have upset him so much?

He was usually very good at controlling himself and wouldn’t drink without reason.

However, a drunk Sylvan Cheney seemed much quieter. He kept his eyes closed, his hands unwilling to let go.

He looked more tolerable when he was asleep than when he was unreasonable. His long eyelashes hung slightly, and his face was so handsome it could wreck a country.

Jasmine Yale was held down firmly by him.

Begrudgingly, she sighed and resigned to sleep with him.

She thought their time together would not last much longer.

After that, they would be strangers.

After he said her child had nothing to do with her, she no longer harbored hatred for him, just indifference.

They had lived under the same roof for twelve years after all, she still hoped he could be happy.

“Jasy…” Sylvan Cheney frowned, clutching her waist even tighter.

Jasmine Yale looked down, fluttering her eyelashes, she raised her hand to touch his eyebrows.

So close, yet so far.

Soon, Sylvan Cheney fell asleep holding her, truly peaceful and calm.

Jasmine Yale, having been tossed and turned by him, was also tired.

She leaned against the sofa, found a comfortable position, and dozed off.

…

In the morning, Jasmine Yale was awakened by Sylvan Cheney’s phone.

He was still asleep.

The two of them were squeezed on a single sofa, and she was almost completely pinned under him, held in his arms.

His phone kept vibrating in his pants pocket.

Jasmine Yale nudged him, “Sylvan, someone is calling you.”

Sylvan Cheney had no response, his face looked extremely tired.

Jasmine Yale had no choice but to take his phone out of his pocket.

So noisy.

“Hello.” Jasmine Yale rubbed her temples.

The person on the other end paused for a moment but quickly regained composure.

“Are you Sylvan’s woman?”

This voice sounded somewhat familiar to Jasmine Yale, but there was no identification saved for this number on Sylvan Cheney’s phone.

“Who are you?”

“Is he there?”

“He’s still asleep.”

“Oh?” The man lightly chuckled over the phone, “My ascetic son, he also finds a woman to spend the night with?”

Jasmine Yale caught the sensitive word “son”.

She thought the voice sounded familiar.

Turns out it was Sylvan Cheney’s father.

She had never met Teagan Cheney. She only knew a bit that the man has been living in the US.

It seemed like he already had a family there.

Sylvan Cheney never told her about it, and she never asked.

“Mr. Cheney, not many fathers would slander their own sons like this, right?” Jasmine Yale replied indifferently.

Again, a light laugh came from the other end: “Didn’t I tell the truth? He was criticizing me just yesterday, and the next moment, he snuck out on his fiancée to spend the night with another woman.”

The meaning behind Teagan Cheney’s laugh was unclear.

Jasmine Yale felt a wave of discomfort.

She didn’t like Teagan Cheney’s tone, nor the words that were coming out of his mouth.

What kind of father disparages his own son like this?

It seems that this Teagan Cheney is worse than Kaine Zahir.

Although she was not fond of Sylvan Cheney, between him and Teagan Cheney, she was inclined towards Sylvan Cheney.

At least, Sylvan Cheney was good to his own son.

“Mr. Cheney, leaving everything else aside, do you consider Mr. Cheney your son in your heart?”

Jasmine Yale sat up from the sofa and walked towards the restroom.