Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1210: You’re a Man, You Should Take Responsibility

Chapter 1210: Chapter 1210: You’re a Man, You Should Take Responsibility

"Don’t!" She was angry and a bit scared.

Sylvan Cheney fell silent, not making a sound.

Suddenly, the air was steeped in silence.

Jasmine Yale got scared, in the darkness she grabbed his arm, "Don’t send me away, I won’t skip classes anymore, I won’t run away..."

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she sounded, her voice growing lower and choking with sobs.

Was he joking with her or was he serious?

He still said nothing, Jasmine Yale panicked, starting to cry.

"...," Sylvan Cheney reluctantly replied, "If you get into high school, I won’t send you away."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

Jasmine Yale instantly cheered up; this wasn’t difficult, she wouldn’t be sent away!

"You can’t joke with me like this in the future, I’m the girl you tricked into coming back, you have to take responsibility."

"It’s my responsibility now?" Sylvan Cheney curled his lip into a smile, when clearly she had been the one happily following behind him, going home.

"You’re a man, you should take responsibility, you can’t shirk it, even if it’s not your fault."

"..."

Sylvan Cheney couldn’t be bothered to argue with a little girl.

Seeing him, Jasmine Yale talked more, her mood lifted, and the gloom of the past month was swept away.

Sitting in the car, she chatted with him about this and that, thoroughly enjoying herself.

"I have been eating properly and studying, what about you? Have you been exhausted, wandering outside for a month? You must be tired, right?"

"Not tired."

"Liar, how can you not be tired." Even part-time work made her feel exhausted, let alone his constant traveling.

Although she didn’t know what he was doing, judging by the frequency of his business trips, he must be tired.

"What good does lying to you do?"

"It’s fun, don’t you think I’m fun? Have you ever seen a girl who can talk as much as I can?"

In reality, she only talked this much in front of him. In school, she often chose to stay quiet.

"Really good at singing your own praises."

"..." Jasmine Yale huffed coldly.

"You don’t need to come to the airport to pick me up anymore."

"I know, it’s my first time today."

"Yeah, as long as you know."

"Aunt Hurst said you’ll be back tonight and has made us rib soup. I don’t have classes tomorrow so I can keep you company for two days, don’t rush me to do homework, it’s boring, I want to stay with you."

Sylvan Cheney didn’t say much.

Jasmine Yale took his silence as assent; she knew him well, he was always laconic.

So, she took it as his silent agreement, happily hugging his arm.

By the time they arrived at Cheney Residence, it was past eleven at night, but the house was warm and brightly lit, a stark contrast to the dark streets outside.

Aunt Hurst had already prepared a table full of dishes, and Jasmine Yale happily sat next to Sylvan Cheney.

She also enthusiastically helped him take off his coat and scarf, served him rice and soup, busily and oh, so happily.

The light was bright, the warmth was comforting.

Her laughter seemed to be encapsulated within her memories, like a piece of ice frozen solid and unmelting.

"Miss, the plane has arrived, it’s time to disembark," the flight attendant bent down, waking Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale was startled, a look of bewilderment in her eyes, her hand clutching the blanket trembled.

The dream shattered in an instant, and she felt chilled to the bone, as if placed in an icehouse.

Before her, there was only the pretty flight attendant. No Cheney Residence, no one she recognized.

Jasmine Yale forced a smile.

So she had arrived in Chicago, like waking from a dream.

When she boarded the plane, she had taken a sleeping pill, never expecting it to work so well, making her sleep so long and deeply, and have such an extended dream.