Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale was suddenly speechless.

Unable to converse with him, Jasmine chose to stay silent.

Throughout the journey, Sylvan Cheney muted his phone, not answering a single call.

Outside, the sky was gloomy, and the wind was rather strong.

“Jasy, do you remember the last time I accompanied you to see the snow?”

Sylvan Cheney started the conversation when Jasmine remained silent.

Previously, whenever the two of them were together, it was always Jasmine who did most of the talking, while he mostly listened.

But now, Jasmine no longer felt like talking much.

Over the past three years, he wasn’t sure who had changed, him or her.

Time always carves everything into another shape.

“When was it…” Jasmine murmured, thought about it, then shook her head, “I can’t remember.”

She was even too lazy to think about it.

“When you were seventeen, during winter, at nine o’clock in the evening after your self-studies.”

Jasmine was taken aback. Did he really remember that clearly?

She pondered over it and confirmed it was indeed so.

That night, the wind was strong, and a snowstorm arrived without warning.

After finishing her night studies, she stood alone at the school entrance waiting for the driver from Cheney residence.

The snow unexpectedly fell.

It was a deluge, resembling willow fluff, like white salt.

Within a short time, the ground looked like it was covered in a sheet of white paper. The grass, the treetops, and the buildings… all turned white.

Jasmine hid under the eaves of the porter’s room.

The driver from the Cheney residence didn’t appear.

Just when she was about to walk home, a black Rolls-Royce finally pulled over.

To her surprise, Sylvan Cheney was there too.

Under the dim street light, the snowfall painted a beautiful silhouette fitting of a fairy tale.

Sylvan Cheney, dressed in a black overcoat, got out of the car, holding a black umbrella in his hand.

His fingers were long, with distinct knuckles. Holding the umbrella, they looked absolutely striking.

Jasmine stood not far away, watching him, staring so intently that she forgot to even blink.

The falling snow, the street light, and Sylvan Cheney.

The light cast a shadow on the ground as he walked steadily towards her.

“Did you wait too long? The driver went to pick me up, sorry.” He apologized to her.

As his usual habit, he pat her on the head.

Jasmine hid under his tall figure, looking up at him.

This man, he was exceptionally handsome.

Everything about him, was charmingly elegant.

Sylvan Cheney hooks his lip corner, tilting the umbrella a bit toward her.

She hid under the umbrella, hidden beneath the broad expanse of his chest.

He held the umbrella with one hand, and her with the other.

“Weren’t you on a business trip?” She blinked and asked.

“Yes, I just got back to Landon.”

Her heart fluttered uncontrollably. At seventeen, she was already in love with him.

She was so close to him, close enough to smell his unique Agarwood fragrance, tranquil and balanced.

Being next to him gave her a special sense of safety.

The teenage girl’s love bloomed quietly in the snowfall.

Walking side by side with the one she loved, even for a moment, was enough for her.

There was a distance from the porter’s room to the Rolls-Royce.

At that moment, she wished the distance could be further.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Sylvan Cheney spoke, his deep voice incredibly rich in the snowy night.

“Walk home?”

In an instant, Jasmine almost blurted out, “Okay!”

But after saying that, she awkwardly scratched her head.

He just came back from a business trip, he must be tired.