Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1257: Don’t You Know the Difference Between Men and Women?

Chapter 1257: Chapter 1257: Don’t You Know the Difference Between Men and Women?

"Okay."

He really liked this obedient Jasmine Yale, liked her a lot.

When she smiled, her eyes would curve into crescent moons, her whole face enveloped in sweet tenderness.

That night, she bustled about the kitchen. Once Aunt Hurst had prepared the dumpling filling, she began to wrap the dumplings.

The winter break had begun, and she could spend a long time with him.

And it was the kind of time spent together all day, every day without having to go to school.

He had also promised her that he would try not to travel on business as much as possible.

In fact, he had kept his promise.

During that winter break, he did not travel, came home on time for every meal, and seldom attended social engagements in the evening.

Jasmine Yale also fulfilled her promise, wrapping dumplings for him on New Year’s Eve, even though her face was covered in flour. But she was happy.

That New Year’s Eve, they sat facing each other, each with a bowl of dumplings.

"Will you spend every New Year with me like this?" Jasmine asked him with a twinkle in her eyes, cautiously.

Fireworks were going off everywhere outside, periodically bursting into colorful flowers in the sky.

She knew she was being a bit presumptuous, but even if he lied to her, she would be happy.

"I’ll do my best," he replied to her.

Jasmine’s cheeks turned red with the thrill she could not contain. Bowing her head, she ate her dumplings, her heart thumping wildly.

Whether it was wishful thinking or not, at least he was with her at this moment, and she wanted to cherish it.

Every single minute and second she spent with him, she wished it could slow down.

"What shall we do later? Watch TV together or shall you accompany me with the fireworks?"

"No."

"Don’t be so stingy, just watch TV with me. We can watch it in the living room, or going to my room is okay," her big eyes filled with watery traces, staring at him intently.

"Go to your room?"

"Mhm!" Jasmine nodded earnestly, like a pecking chick, "My room is very tidy."

"Don’t you know that men and women should keep their distance?"

"..." Jasmine looked innocent, "We’ve... known each other for so long... and besides, you’ve been to my room before..."

"If it wasn’t me who had dinner with you tonight but another man, would you also invite him to watch TV in your room? Huh?"

"You’re not other men." Jasmine was a bit upset, she lowered her head, using her chopsticks to pick up a dumpling.

It was all so inexplicable.

On New Year’s Eve, Sylvan Cheney didn’t want to argue with her too much.

"Jasmine Yale, you’re not eight or nine years old. You should be mindful of such things in the future."

"I got it!" Jasmine replied impatiently, "If you won’t go, then don’t. I’ll just go back to my room to watch TV by myself."

There was an undertone of discontent and a hint of petulance in Jasmine’s manner.

After finishing the dumplings, she indeed went back to her room alone, neither setting off fireworks with him nor staying in the living room with him.

If he didn’t want her, then she would just entertain herself.

After her bath, she lay on the big bed, her gaze blankly fixed on the television.

The TV show was nothing interesting, and she wasn’t particularly keen, planning to watch a bit and then go to sleep.

Jasmine cuddled a half life-sized plush toy in her arms, burying her little head in it and silently watching TV.

Outside, the stars were dazzling, and fireworks filled the sky.

Sylvan Cheney stayed downstairs for a while, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the stars outside.

Such pure and simple times, he had spent nearly a decade with her already.

Not long after, Jasmine came downstairs in her pajamas, shuffling in her slippers.

Seeing Sylvan by the window, she huffed, and turned her head away pridefully.