Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 651: Chapter 651: What qualifies her to be Mrs. Cheney?

She spoke these words hastily and anxiously.

Her heart missed a beat, pounding uncontrollably; her breathing was also rapid.

The rain trickled outside the window.

Her mind went blank for a moment, and it took a long time to recover.

Suddenly–

An abrupt ringtone broke the silence.

It was Sylvan Cheney’s phone ringing.

Jasmine Yale, agitated and panicked, got off his lap and handed him his phone.

“It’s your call.”

On the screen, Charles Mcintosh’s name was flashing.

Sylvan Cheney reached out to take it.

Jasmine fled in disarray.

Once the door closed, they were isolated.

“Mr. Cheney, the car is at the villa gate,” said Charles Mcintosh.

“Wait for me ten minutes.”

“Okay.”

After coming out of the bedroom, Jasmine had run all the way to the balcony.

She pushed open the window of the balcony. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Cold wind rushed in, carrying rain drops.

Her head was still not very clear, the sense of blankness had not disappeared yet.

The ring was still on her ring finger; her heart was still pounding uncontrollably.

Sylvan Cheney said he was pursuing her; he called her Mrs. Cheney…

Jasmine bitterly pulled at the corner of her lips. She, a little girl like Xiao Ya, hardly looked like Mrs. Cheney.

A little girl with no status, no position, no background. Just about anyone else was better than her. She was not qualified to be Mrs. Cheney.

How could Sylvan Cheney like her?

Was he, a man as clever as he is, confused?

How could he mistake her caring for him these few days as love?

She thought, she needed a few days to calm down, and so did he.

“Jasmine.”

Sylvan Cheney came out of the bedroom.

He had changed into a new coat, still mature and restrained, with the characteristic stability and solidity of his age.

Only then did Jasmine turn her head from the balcony, closing the window.

She straightened her messy hair and walked over to him.

“Mr. Cheney, are you going out?” She noticed that he had also tied a scarf.

It was the one she had knitted for him and Little Chale last time. It was new.

“Just a short trip.”

“It’s still raining outside. Do you want to wait until it stops before leaving? Are you coming back for dinner tonight? I’ll have the kitchen make dinner. I promise I won’t interfere.”

Looking at her clear, innocent eyes, the corner of Sylvan Cheney’s lips curved in a helpless arc.

“I’m not coming back.”

“Oh, is it because the lunch I made was too bad?” Jasmine was slightly disappointed.

The brilliance in her big eyes dimmed a lot.

She thought they had agreed not to be picky.

“Just a bit busy outside.”

“Will it take several days?”

“Yeah.”

Jasmine nodded.

She thought it was good to take some time to cool down.

The atmosphere in the living room was a bit subtle; one of them was standing and the other was sitting, some things quietly changing without intention.

Jasmine’s breath was still a bit rapid.

“Have you packed your clothes? Be careful to keep warm outside, don’t catch a cold.” Jasmine cautioned.

“Take good care of Little Chale.”

“I will.”

Sylvan Cheney looked at her, his squinted eyes flickering with bright and dazzling traces.

“Don’t you want to say something to me?” he asked.

Jasmine stood still, her hands twisting nervously.

After a while, she whispered softly, “I’ll wait for you.”

Just a few words, and Sylvan Cheney was already quite satisfied.

He gestured, “Come here.”

“Hmm?” Jasmine moved closer to him, her eyes looking particularly limpid.

Sylvan Cheney raised his hand, and Jasmine half-squatted down.

His big hand fell on her head, touching her little head as always.

“Remember to take your medicine on time.” He reminded her.

“I remember.”

“Don’t take off the ring.”

“I know.”