Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 522 - : The Reason for Little Chale’s Birth
Chapter 522: Chapter 522: The Reason for Little Chale’s Birth
“I’ll go answer that.” Sylvan Cheney notified her.
After saying this, he got up and went to a quiet corner.
Jasmine Yale, biting her straw, stared at his towering figure from afar, lost in a daze.
The next second, she stood up and left.
Outside, several children were playing in an open space.
Jasmine walked over, squatted down, and joined them in their games.
“Sister is so pretty.” All the children liked Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine smiled, “Then, will you let me hold you?”
“Sure, sure!”
Jasmine picked up the smallest child and played with him.
“Sister smells so good.”
“Such a sweet talker.” Jasmin chuckled.
“Sister, here’s a candy for you.” A natural curly-haired little guy opened his hands to show her.
Jasmin looked and found it was a milk candy.
She unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth.
The candy was sweet, and the sunlight was glorious.
“Jasmine Yale, what are you doing outside?”
Sylvan chased after her and shouted.
A hint of panic and worry washed over his face, but his eyes were still deep with darkness.
The sudden yelling frightened the children who clung to Jasmine’s legs.
Jasmine patted their little heads and stood up.
“Just getting some fresh air,” Jasmine replied indifferently.
“You could have let me know,” Sylvan grumbled.
The moment he couldn’t see her, he was washed over with a feeling of fear, like being lost in a forest.
“I am not a child. Do I need your permission even to take a walk now?”
“Don’t do this in the future.” Sylvan’s eyes showed signs of hurt.
“Do you realize you’re being annoying?” Jasmine was getting annoyed.
“The call was not from Yolanda Fern, it was Chris Fern just calling to tell me that Yolanda had fainted due to low blood sugar this morning,” Sylvan explained.
“Then you should be rushing to Lonton right now, instead of wasting your time arguing with me!”
Their argument had grown louder, leading several children to scamper away frightened.
“Jasmine Yale, many things are not what you think they are. I can tell you, I do not love Yolanda.”
“Really? You can be engaged to her even though you don’t love her? Sylvan, I am not a three-year-old. Don’t treat me like you did years ago. Did you get engaged to her just to use her? Sylvan, don’t you find yourself despicable, just using women and children?”
“What nonsense are you talking about?” Sylvan frowned.
“Joe Heath told me that your maternal grandfather owns a priceless piece of land in Landon, but he would only give it to you if you had a child. Is that true? So that’s why little Chale was born?”
“Yes, my grandfather did say that, but that’s not why Chale was born!”
“Sylvan, I really don’t want to be with you. Truly.”
She hadn’t understood even the tip of the iceberg in the twelve years they’d been together – a thought that terrified her.
“What’s wrong? Are you fighting?”
A tall, elegant, and cultured man approached from not far away.
Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney both turned around—
It was Zaiden Santos.
Trailing behind him was a beautiful lady.
Jasmine recognized her, it wasn’t Ann Nolan, but the woman Zaiden had embraced last time.
Sylvan frowned: “No.”
Zaiden glanced at Jasmine, then at Sylvan, smiled and said, “Without quarrels or fights, there’s no love.”
Jasmine really didn’t want to see these two men.
“Zaiden, is this Mr. Cheney?” The woman, wrapped around Zaiden’s arm, asked in a thin voice.
“Yes, the man I told you about.” Zaiden said, “And that’s Miss Yale.”
Jasmine was losing her patience with these two men.
