Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 559: Chapter 559: Sylvan Cheney Scolded Her

On this day, Jasmine Yale and Joe Heath spent the whole day with Chale Cheney.

The little guy was on winter break and was playing a little maniacally.

“Chaley, starting tomorrow, we have to start learning the piano with the teacher and Taekwondo. We can’t play too much.” Jasmine Yale reminded him.

“I know.” Chale Cheney obediently nodded, “Jasy, don’t tell father about the baby’s playfulness.”

“Hmm, I won’t say.” Jasmine Yale nodded.

Her eyes misted slightly.

“Jasy is the best!” Chale Cheney kissed her.

Jasmine Yale smiled, her smile mixed with a hint of melancholy, like lilac flowers swaying in the rain, containing a touch of new sorrow.

Several times, when Joe Heath went to get the car or buy something —

Chale Cheney would sneak over to Jasmine Yale to talk.

“Jasy, wouldn’t it be nice if Senior Cheney were here?

“Jasy, Senior Cheney is really nice, why don’t you consider him.”

“Jasy, Elder Cheney doesn’t have any bad habits, he’s actually quite good.”

Listening to all this, Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but laugh, “Are you afraid that your father won’t find a partner?”

“No, I’m afraid Jasy might not like him.”

Chale Cheney looked at Jasmine Yale obediently.

He was a little anxious for Senior Cheney.

“Father works very hard, it would be nice if Jasy could accompany him. Elder Cheney works really hard to make money.” Chale Cheney said with sorrow, “He has to buy milk powder and toys for the baby.”

Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but laugh at his childish words.

But when she thought of the person who would never appear again, her smile froze on her face.

After all, a three-year-old child is still young, and he couldn’t read Jasmine Yale’s emotions.

Still carefree and happy.

Jasmine Yale took him to buy clothes and shoes again…

All with her own salary.

The black card that Sylvan Cheney once gave her is still lying in the box, she never touched it again.

Along with the bracelet and ring he gave her, they were all at the bottom of the box.

In a daze, they arrived at the entrance of a department store.

A newly renovated and dazzling building, immaculate glass counters …

All of a sudden, she remembered when she was sixteen, this place was still a rose garden.

Wooden lattice, intertwined vines, blooming flowers.

It was empty and unoccupied.

Once, because she did too poorly on a midterm exam, Sylvan Cheney scolded her.

It was simply because she didn’t concentrate on her studies, but indulged in play and wasn’t serious.

Angry, Jasmine Yale didn’t even ride in his car and ran out of the school in a huff!

One hand clutching a backpack, the other waving the midterm exam paper!

She was incensed!

It wasn’t her fault for not studying properly, it was clearly that the math paper was too difficult, and she was just not good at math.

So she flunked.

That man, without discernment, he just started scolding her.

Moreover, even if she didn’t study properly, what did it have to do with him!

That time, Jasmine Yale walked down the rose-filled pathway in the sun, seething with indignation.

Sylvan Cheney’s car followed at a safe distance, his brows pinched, his thin lips pressed into a line.

Maybe because she walked too much, she rubbed several blisters on her feet.

Jasmine Yale sat by the side of the road, her face pinched in pain.

The roses were good, bright and stunning.

Dressed in a white shirt, Jasmine Yale, not yet out of her childishness, was charming and beautiful with an oval face.

She was naturally elegant and divine, like a fairy.

With the beautiful flowers and her beauty, Sylvan Cheney sat in the car and watched her for a long time.

She really couldn’t walk anymore, she dangled her head, pinching the corner of the exam paper.

She was far away and saw Sylvan Cheney’s car.

After a long standoff, she gave in.

She limped towards him one step at a time and knocked on the glass of his car.