Fated love: the unwanted bride

But given that she made a promise, she must fulfill it.

“He didn’t say.”

“Then, should I knit him a scarf? It’s getting quite cold during the winter, and this is all I can do.” said Jasmine Yale.

She had learned how to knit years ago just to please Sylvan Cheney.

“What about mine?”

“Pardon me?” Jasmine was puzzled, and she furrowed her brows.

“Either don’t knit at all, or both father and son must have one.”

Jasmine was helplessly listening to Sylvan’s domineering tone.

She did not quite understand Sylvan’s logic.

Why would he need one if Chale has one? Could it be that he was jealous of his own son?

Besides, it was just a scarf, he could easily afford one.

“All right then.” Jasmine sighed, feeling troubled.

“Mmm.” Sylvan seemed satisfied.

“Mr. Cheney, is it possible to void the adoption agreement we signed previously?” Jasmine asked.

She had spent a long time contemplating before speaking up to Sylvan.

Moreover, she had signed the agreement without full comprehension at the time.

“If you don’t want to be responsible for Chale, I can’t do anything about it. You don’t need to terminate it. Just don’t see him in the future, I won’t force you.”

Sylvan was more composed than Jasmine had anticipated.

“That’s not what I meant.” Jasmine tried to explain.

But, the more she tried to explain, the more chaotic it got, better leave it unexplained. He was smart, he should understand her point.

Never mind, Jasmine chose to stay silent rather than argue.

Many things, many feelings, if they could be clarified in a few words, there wouldn’t be so many mistakes and regrets in this world.

“I deliberately avoided Chale some time ago when I was in Sinkapore, could you apologize on my behalf?” Jasmine asked.

“He won’t remember.”

“Why?” Jasmine felt that Chale should remember that incident.

“Because when he likes someone, he only remembers the good about them.”

His words left Jasmine feeling quite guilty.

The world of a child is too innocent.

If only things could stay as simple as they were during childhood…

Jasmine lost herself as she watched the world beyond the window.

Soon, Sylvan arrived at a tea house with Jasmine in his car.

The car stopped in the large courtyard, he took her hand and led her upstairs.

Every time he held her hand, she felt somewhat disoriented.

It brought her back to when she was eight years old, when Sylvan led her home in the same way.

That feeling was impossible to forget.

Perhaps this would be the last time she reminisces these memories. So she didn’t refuse Sylvan and let him lead her up the stairs.

“What would you like to drink?”

Sylvan removed his scarf and gloves, hung up her scarf, and pulled out a chair for her.

“I’d like some tea.”

“Hmm? I recall that you don’t like tea.”

“People change, don’t they?”

“Hmm.” Sylvan ordered a pot of Dragon Well tea and some dim sum for her.

Jasmine watched as Sylvan skilfully ordered food, all her favorites. She felt increasingly disoriented.

If Sylvan had not gotten engaged to Yolanda Fern, had not had a child with another woman…

This situation would indeed make her feel deluded.

The illusion was that he liked her.

However, illusions will always be illusions.

For those twelve years, he was equally good to her, spoiling her, and pampering her.

His kindness gave her the illusion that if she confessed her feelings to him, he would surely agree.

But now, he was merely compensating her the best he could.

“Give me some more time.”

Caught in her reverie, Jasmine was suddenly interrupted by Sylvan’s bitter words.

His voice was so faint, like a gentle breeze.

Jasmine raised her head in surprise.