Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1252: Can’t Bear to Part with Me?

Chapter 1252: Chapter 1252: Can’t Bear to Part with Me?

"Frustrating," she gritted her teeth, "You won’t guess, and you won’t give a reward; how boring can you be. If I weren’t in such a good mood today, I wouldn’t even bother with you!"

As she spoke, the warm breath from her words showered onto his neck.

Sylvan Cheney’s fingers clenched the newspaper, suppressing his expression.

He didn’t speak.

Jasmine Yale clung to his neck but still felt unsatisfied.

"I’ll have you know, I ranked eighth in my class this time, not bad, right?" Jasmine couldn’t help but blurt it out to him.

"I thought you’d be first."

"Why are you being so sarcastic? You well know I can’t get first place, why are you like this? It’s not enough that you don’t praise me, you have to mock me, too. I did really well already."

So annoying, but still, keep that smile.

Sylvan Cheney curved his lips slightly.

Seeing him silent, Jasmine angrily freed a hand and grabbed his tie from behind.

"I officially start my vacation today, 25 days in total."

"So?"

"So how many days can you spend with me?" Jasmine’s eyes shimmered brightly with anticipation.

She was waiting for his answer.

"I’ll try not to go on a business trip."

"What do you mean ’try’... Can’t you just definitively tell me you won’t go? It’s always like this; once you’re gone, it could be for a month, two months. Do you have any idea how annoying that is?"

As she spoke, her voice wavered, her throat tightening.

Her lips pouted high, and her eyes were misty with unshed tears.

"Are you going to miss me? Hmm?"

"What’s there for me to miss? If you want to leave, then leave. Why don’t you make it a year or two, and never come back? With better scenery, water, and people outside, why bother returning."

Jasmine was angry.

She released her grip, turned her back in a huff, and ran upstairs.

She was still clutching her report card in her hand, which he didn’t even glance at.

It wasn’t easy to do so well, especially on the final exams. How could he not even take a look and still mock her?

She had been so happy, but now her mood was spoiled.

Filled with anger, Jasmine went to her bedroom, set down her backpack, switched on the desk lamp, and decided not to go downstairs again as she started doing her homework.

The lamp cast an orange glow, bathing her cheeks in a soft, gentle light.

Jasmine held her pen, her head down, silently scribbling away at her homework.

But the thought that no matter how hard she tried, she could never be first, irritated her.

Did he only like girls who came first in class?

Moreover, it was the new year, and he couldn’t even spare the time to be with her.

If he really cared about her, he wouldn’t be like this.

This only showed one thing: she wasn’t in his heart, and it was very possible that there was another beautiful girl hidden there.

That girl surely would be studious, beautiful, stylish with a good taste, slender-fingered, and able to play the piano.

Looking at herself, Jasmine became even more agitated.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, a girl is often insecure around the one she likes.

She buried her head in her work, frustrated.

After some time, footsteps echoed from the stairwell.

Sylvan Cheney stood at her bedroom door.

After a short pause, he walked in calmly, fiddling with something in her wardrobe.

Jasmine turned her head alertly upon hearing the noise: "What are you doing?"

Sylvan picked out a peach-colored sweater and a milky white coat, tossing them to her: "Put these on, I’m taking you out to buy clothes."

The excitement was hard for Jasmine to contain, shopping for clothes?

The emotions of a young girl come and go quickly.

Still, she sat up straight and cleared her throat lightly.