Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 297 - : There Will Always Be a Day to Leave
Chapter 297: Chapter 297: There Will Always Be a Day to Leave
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It took her a long while before she could snap back to reality.
She fold all the sheets of paper and put them into the envelope, and then put the envelope back in its original position.
She didn’t look for her candy box anymore; finding it or not, it made no difference.
Everyone has a time of youthful naivety; it was just that her young love affair had been rather… traumatic.
Falling for the wrong person, she broke apart the relationship between Sylvan Cheney and Yolanda Fern.
She, as such, really wasn’t a good person.
Jasmine Yale wandered from the storage room to the living room in a daze, moving slowly.
“Jasy, Jasy, where are you…”
Before she reached the living room, she heard Chale Cheney’s sweet and soft voice!
She quickly rushed over and picked up the little guy.
“Little Chale, how did you get out here? It’s cold outside.”
The little one, only dressed in a small blue pajama, rubbed his eyes, looking drowsy.
“Awake, didn’t see Jasy.”
“Jasy is here, Jasy was having a bath, next time don’t wander out again, okay? It’s too cold outside.”
On a late autumn night, the wind was chilling to the bone. frёewebηovel.cѳm
The little one held onto Jasmine Yale’s neck, his small head resting on her shoulder.
“Jasy, let’s go to sleep, you need to sleep early.”
“Okay.”
Upon Jasmine’s acknowledgement, she carried the little one towards the bedroom.
Chale Cheney, cuddling up to Jasmine, slept soundly, while Jasmine just couldn’t fall asleep.
Familiar places, familiar scenes, unfamiliar people.
Three years ago when she lived at the Cheney Residence, there was no little guy.
Now, there was Little Chale.
In the future, there would be Little Chale’s mom, Little Chale’s younger siblings…
As an outsider, she should leave someday.
It was three years before, and it might be thirty years from now.
The moonlight cast upon the ocean breeze curtains, creating a circular glow, like a plate.
The shadow of a sycamore tree outside the window was also on the curtain.
The intertangling branches and leaves, bonded tightly with each other.
She patted Little Chale’s back gently, lulling him to sleep.
At that moment, her phone buzzed.
She checked and saw someone looking for her on Weibo.
SJC: Are you there?
Little Orange: Here.
SJC: Not asleep yet?
Little Orange: Not yet.
SJC: Staying up late is no good.
Jasmine remembered that they haven’t chatted with each other for a long time now.
She didn’t know whether he’d bought that ring from last time, nor if his wife had changed her mind.
Thinking about it, Jasmine asked him.
Little Orange: Did you manage to buy that ring?
SJC: Planning to make a trip to UT. freeweɓnøvel.com
Little Orange: Is your wife feeling better then?
SJC:…
Jasmine was confused, what did that mean???
Couldn’t pacify her?
Little Orange: Then after you’ve bought the ring, try to pacify your wife again, a woman’s heart is usually soft.
SJC: You too?
Little Orange: Yes.
SJC: What kind of confession do girls prefer?
Seeing it, Jasmine laughed. This man, already married, still didn’t know how to confess his feelings?
But he’d said before that his wife was the one who pursued him.
So it wasn’t strange.
Such a man, high and mighty, perhaps even his marriage was proposed by his wife?
Little Orange: I wouldn’t know, no one’s confessed to me before.
SJC: Hmm.. Just tell me what kind of confession girls generally like.
Jasmine thought about it, what did she like?
At sixteen or seventeen, when she realized she was in love with Sylvan Cheney, she would often fantasize.
She always dreamed of a day —
When Sylvan Cheney would buy roses and a ring, light many candles, and propose to her..
