Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1285: Big Hand Holding Little Hand

Chapter 1285: Chapter 1285: Big Hand Holding Little Hand

"Really?" Chale Cheney looked up with his little face.

"Really."

"Then Jasy, you have to come see me soon too," Chale Cheney turned docile again, "On my birthday, come see the baby, okay?"

"Jasy will do her best."

Chale Cheney, not wanting to upset Jasmine Yale, nodded and did not persist.

His Jasy also had school, he couldn’t afford to make Jasy unhappy.

But he still insisted on taking Jasmine Yale to the airport.

After Jasmine Yale made sure his scarf was secure, ensuring he wouldn’t catch a cold, she took his hand in one of hers and pulled the suitcase with the other as they walked out of the estate.

The days spent at the estate were serene and filled with warmth, hard to forget.

The tall and the short, the big and the small figures moved through the estate, slowly making their way from the living room to the gate, leaving the estate behind.

The sunlight stretched their shadows long.

Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney walked side by side, big hand holding little hand, neither one letting go.

The estate was like a tranquil landscape painting, and they, like figures walking within it.

A quiet and prolonged winter day.

Cheney Residence.

Evening was falling back home.

As the sun set, a crimson afterglow covered the ground.

After finishing the call with Jasmine Yale, Sylvan Cheney put down his phone and walked over to the window to light up a cigarette.

The smoke enshrouded his handsome features, slowly rising, making the man before the window appear even more distinguished and aloof.

His tall figure was elongated by the light, isolated and solitary, casting onto the floor.

He was halfway through the cigarette when he strode over to the living room sofa, opened his tablet.

His fingers naturally, and habitually, navigated to a website.

It was the official website of the University of Cakago.

Sylvan Cheney made a habit of reading it from top to bottom, not missing any news.

This semester, the recipient of the School of Journalism’s top scholarship was still her.

Below her simple English name was her photograph—

Black hair, a spirited smile, a white sweater, and a light blue overcoat.

Back home, she rarely ranked first.

After going abroad, she consistently achieved first place, never falling behind.

At home, whenever she ranked first, she had to show off to him, bursting with so much joy she wished everyone at the Cheney Residence would know.

Would she also brag to Yukon Carbon the same way abroad?

A cold and indifferent trace slipped through Sylvan Cheney’s frosty gaze, quickly shattering, disappearing without a trace.

His slender fingers slid over the tablet, swiping page by page, browsing through each piece of news.

Just then, his phone vibrated.

"Mr. Cheney, are you free tonight? I’m planning to go to a party and would like to invite you to join," Joan Harry’s voice gently chimed in.

"Did Yacob Harry ask you to call me?"

Joan Harry at the other end nodded, "My father said to try inviting you."

Sylvan Cheney chuckled.

Yacob Harry still hadn’t let go of that hope.

"I would like it if you could come with me," Joan Harry quickly explained, "Would you be willing to come? If not, then never mind."

"Such matters, don’t bother calling me again in the future."

Joan Harry was taken aback, her lips bitten, a long silence before she could speak.

She’d been the center of attention all her life, but only with Sylvan Cheney had she been rejected so many times.

It seemed, his patience with her was increasingly limited.

What wasn’t she doing well enough?

Joan Harry didn’t quite understand.

But with Sylvan Cheney’s refusal, she couldn’t persist; she nodded, "I understand, I’m sorry, Mr. Cheney."

"No need to apologize, convey the same message to Yacob Harry," Sylvan Cheney spoke with detachment.