Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1183: The Person by My Side is Still Him

Chapter 1183: Chapter 1183: The Person by My Side is Still Him

Downstairs, Butler Santana was tidying up the living room.

Jasmine Yale observed the situation; it seemed that Joan Harry’s parents had just left not long ago, as the smell of smoke still lingered in the air.

Sylvan Cheney also casually grabbed a black coat to wear and took her towards the plum garden at the Cheney Residence.

The outside air was fresh and fragrant with flowers.

Sylvan Cheney had taken her by the hand to come out, walking by her side and blocking much of the cold wind for her.

As soon as they got outside, Jasmine quickly let go of his hand.

"I know the way, I can walk by myself, don’t worry, I won’t wander off," Jasmine said in quick succession, clearly not wanting to walk with him.

The plum garden at the Cheney Residence was located on the southernmost side of the house, adjacent to the surrounding wall and very tranquil.

As a child, Jasmine didn’t like to go there because it was too desolate.

As she got older, she would go there when she was feeling down.

Especially in winter, that place was particularly striking and beautiful, filled with blossoming plum trees of various species, all of which had been found by Tomer through various channels.

As it got colder, the plum blossoms would fill the corners of the walls.

Red, yellow, white... each blossom was a different color.

When the wind blew, the fragrance of the flowers filled the air, making that spot the most beautiful winter scenery of the Cheney Residence.

Now, as Sylvan Cheney accompanied her there, she felt as if she was back in her teenage years.

The Cheney Residence was still the same, and so was the person by her side.

Sylvan Cheney was much taller than she was, and standing by her side made her feel pressured.

"Do you like the Cheney Residence?" he suddenly asked.

Jasmine, puzzled, gave him a blank look, and after a while, nodded. "Yes, I like it."

Such a beautiful old house, who wouldn’t like it?

Nestled against the mountains, with beautiful scenery and a low-key yet luxurious architectural style, it featured rockeries, fountains, trees, and flowers everywhere.

Moreover, she had lived there for so many years.

When she first came to the Cheney Residence, she thought it was so big and beautiful, and she was very surprised.

Looking at it now, it was still very beautiful.

Moreover, some areas had been personally designed and modified by Sylvan Cheney, making it appear simple and understated, like a gem hidden among the mountains and trees, dazzlingly bright and sparkling.

Sylvan Cheney did not say much, and they walked side by side towards the plum garden.

They hadn’t gone far before they saw the blooming plum blossoms, sparsely dotted around.

It wasn’t yet the season, so there weren’t many blooming, but the fragrance could be smelled from afar.

"This year, Landon’s first snow might be rather late," Sylvan Cheney said.

"Oh, I’ve already seen snow in Cakago."

"I know."

Jasmine was slightly stunned for a moment—oh, she remembered, she had posted a photo on Weibo.

She hadn’t expected him to use Weibo.

Sylvan remembered his promise; he had said he would take her to Maple Mountain this year.

But that promise couldn’t be fulfilled now.

In her heart, he had one more reason for breaking his word.

Jasmine wasn’t talkative when she wasn’t drunk, quietly walking along the stone path, looking up at the plum blossoms.

"Can I take a branch with me?" Jasmine asked his opinion.

"Where will you take it?"

"To Cakago, I’ll put it in a vase there."

Sylvan Cheney curved his lips into a smile: "You can."

This idea had suddenly come to Jasmine—just like that, she wanted to take a branch of plum blossoms.

This probably fits the saying, "Coming from your hometown, you should know the affairs of the hometown. Tomorrow, in front of the decorated window, the cold plum wears its blossoms late."

Landon, too, could be considered her hometown.

Taking a branch of plum blossoms, how nice.

"When you see the plum blossoms, will you remember me?" Sylvan Cheney asked softly.