Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 515: Chapter 515: Tonight, Please Let Me Go

“I’m the one who made all the mistakes. Starting from fifteen years ago, I’ve been making one after another,” Jasmine Yale cried heavily. “I always wonder if many things hadn’t begun, there wouldn’t have been the subsequent entanglements. Tell me, why did I even go back home with you, why…”

Tears streamed down, soaking her pillow.

When she cried, he was still irritated.

After a while.

Sylvan Cheney bent down and kissed her eyebrows, “Stop crying, alright?”

His kiss was delicate and thorough.

Jasmine Yale turned her face away, resisting, “Mr. Cheney, please let me off tonight… I want to at least have a peaceful Christmas Eve. People say that on a peaceful Christmas Eve, you should feel safe and joyful. I also want to be a little happy… please…”

She kept crying as she spoke.

Sometimes, Sylvan Cheney even doubted if she had been prone to crying since she was born.

Ironically, he fell for it every time.

Jasmine Yale’s eyes were red and fuzzy, if she had any other way, she would not beg him like this.

But if she didn’t plead with him, the one who got hurt was still herself.

“Aren’t you happy when you’re with me?” Sylvan Cheney frowned.

“…” Jasmine Yale didn’t speak.

“Jasmine Yale, do you know if you keep doing this, one day you’ll drive me crazy?”

Several times, he had been forced to stop.

She always found a way to force him to stop.

Jasmine Yale’s eyes were swollen, was this also her fault?

She timidly dodged, “Can I… go take a bath now?”

“I thought you wanted to have a peaceful Christmas Eve? I will take you out.” He softens his tone.

Jasmine Yale widened her eyes, staring at him in surprise.

“It’s raining outside, quite heavily,” she said mildly.

Christmas wasn’t so popular back then, he had never accompanied her. When Christmas started getting popular, he still hadn’t accompanied her.

Now, despite their strained relationship, he wanted to accompany her.

Jasmine Yale didn’t know how she felt.

“I’ll drive,” Sylvan Cheney replied.

Jasmine Yale remained silent.

Sylvan Cheney frowned, he saw unwillingness in her eyes.

“Jasmine Yale, do you dislike being with me that much? Does being with me, make you so unhappy?”

Jasmine Yale knew he was about to lose his temper again, quickly shook her head, “No.”

Just as she finished speaking, Sylvan Cheney’s phone rang.

It was Chale Cheney.

“Daddy, where are you? I bought an apple for you,” the little one chirped over the phone.

“Is it for me, or is it something your desk mate Little Dahlia didn’t want? Hmm?”

“…”

The corner of Sylvan Cheney’s mouth curled up.

This little one.

“It’s specially bought by me,” Chale Cheney pouted.

“Wait another half an hour, daddy will be back soon.”

“Really? Daddy, where are you? It’s raining outside.”

Chale Cheney was lying next to the phone, one hand holding the telephone cord.

“I’m outside,” Sylvan Cheney said this while looking at Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale was clueless, why was he looking at her?

She felt she was not worth looking at.

However, it must be said that Sylvan Cheney was indeed a good father, he was responsible.

But-

Looking at him topless, she deems him a beast in human clothing.

Jasmine Yale took the opportunity to quickly put on her clothes while he was on the call.

The truth was, the thought of cutting ties with him had occurred to her since she narrowly escaped death from the jaws of wolves.

After he sent her to the hospital, he left without a word.

Sometimes, she wondered, if she just died in the hospital, would the only one who visited her still be Joe Heath…