Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1164: Are You Really So Ruthless?

Chapter 1164: Chapter 1164: Are You Really So Ruthless?

Sylvan Cheney’s tone carried a trace of displeasure.

Jasmine Yale pouted, "You’re lying, you’re deceiving me, and I don’t like people who lie."

"Childish, isn’t it?" Sylvan Cheney scoffed, "Jasmine Yale, if you keep asking these questions, I will immediately send you to Cakago."

"Do you think I like staying in Landon? If it weren’t for some things, I would never have come back, never to see you again!"

Jasmine Yale’s eyes, red and burning, stared at him with an intense gaze.

She had not become so bored as to actively seek out a man who didn’t keep his word.

Since she had gone to Cakago, she thought they would from then on be parallel lines, but some things... she just had to be involved with him.

"Got a boyfriend in Cakago?" Sylvan Cheney asked indifferently.

Jasmine Yale was stunned for a moment; his conversation shifted quickly.

"Hmm?" He lifted the pitch of his voice, pressing.

"My personal affairs, I don’t need to tell you."

"You’ve grown wings, and indeed I can’t control you anymore. But I’m telling you one last time, Hadley Ximenez and your brother, they’re dead."

"They’re dead, huh? Where’s the graveyard, take me there." Jasmine Yale didn’t believe his ghost stories, her conviction was firm.

"Graveyard? Do you think I’m kind enough to buy them a grave? Their ashes were scattered at sea long ago." Sylvan Cheney sneered.

"I don’t believe it!"

"If you still don’t believe it, then forget it, I really don’t know how to prove it to you."

Sylvan Cheney was very calm; his composure was in stark contrast to Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale’s eyes widened; she clutched the fishing rod in her hand, attempting to detect any sign of lying on his face.

But there was none; he was very serene, very calm.

"You’re lying, aren’t you? Are you really that heartless? Do you have to exterminate them completely?"

"When Patronus Ximenez was killing members of the Cheney Family, no one asked that question. Besides, whether I am heartless or not, don’t you know?"

"So... you’re going to seek revenge, right? There’s only me left from the Ximenez Family." Jasmine Yale’s hands were trembling.

Sitting side by side with the executioner on the observation deck, how could she not tremble, not be afraid?

Her bright eyes misted over with a thin layer of moisture, her long eyelashes quivering, fluttering like delicate butterfly wings.

"While I’m in a good mood, you’d better head back to Cakago sooner rather than later, otherwise, I can’t guarantee anything." Sylvan Cheney spoke indifferently.

"Sylvan Cheney, getting to know you really has been a very uninteresting affair." Jasmine Yale tossed aside her fishing rod, "You are the coldest, most merciless person I’ve ever met, you have no heart, and someone like you deserves to die alone!"

Furious, she stood up and walked away.

The fishing rod dipped as a fish bit, and the whole rod fell into the pond.

Her scent still lingered in the air, but at the spot, only he sat alone.

Getting to know him, was it really such an uninteresting affair?

Jasmine Yale obviously hadn’t experienced much, a little too impatient.

She ran all the way to the garden, crying alone in the secluded pavilion, gasping for breath between sobs.

Her cries echoed in the empty pavilion, long and drawn out.

His sure tone told her that her father and brother, whom she had never met, were both dead, murdered by him.

An eye for an eye, in the end, he had done it, repaying the blood debt for the Cheney Family.

His hands were stained with the blood of her kin.

Did he spare her only because he couldn’t bring himself to do it?

After all, fate plays cruel tricks; they had lived together for so many years.