Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1305 What Happened at Cheney Residence?

Chapter 1305: Chapter 1305 What Happened at Cheney Residence?

The taxi stopped not far from the Cheney Residence.

The surroundings were still the same, the most common winter scene at the Cheney Residence.

Jasmine Yale dragged her suitcase, standing by the roadside.

Her face, underneath the scarf, was streaked with tears, and she continually wiped her face with her small hands.

It seemed she could never rid herself of the habit of crying.

Dragging her suitcase toward the grand entrance of the Cheney Residence, the whole street was silent, with only the sound of her suitcase wheels grinding against the ground.

The farther she walked, the quieter it became.

Jasmine’s gaze fell on the grand entrance of the Cheney Residence ahead.

Where were the Cheney Residence’s servants? The bodyguards? Why was no one visible?

Jasmine’s steps quickened, and she nearly stumbled with her suitcase!

A few minutes later, she stood by the front door, the north wind blowing her scarf across her cheeks.

The tears dried in the wind, leaving only faint traces.

It had been a year since her last visit, and the Cheney Residence had changed.

Previously, no matter the time, there were always busy figures around; people were never scarce here.

But now, it was desolate, no one to be seen.

A pang hit Jasmine’s heart.

The Cheney Residence was one of Sylvan Cheney’s most prized possessions; how could he let his beloved home fall into such a state...

Previously, there would be pots of fresh flowers at the entrance, vibrant colors visible all year round, but now, the doorway was empty, the garden vacant, and the house front deserted.

The main gate wasn’t locked but was firmly closed.

What had happened to the Cheney Residence?

Sylvan...

Jasmine covered her face, tears involuntarily streaming down.

Joe Heath hadn’t lied to her, hadn’t lied; it turned out to be true...

If something hadn’t happened to Sylvan, he wouldn’t have allowed the Cheney Residence to end up like this.

He was such a meticulous person; how could he let his home become this...

How could this happen...

His health had always been good. A year ago, she had told him, stop smoking, it shortens your life.

She hadn’t expected it to come true.

This wasn’t what she wanted, not at all.

Even if they were to forget each other entirely, she still wanted him safe and sound, to live a long life.

"Sylvan Cheney!" Jasmine raised her head, looking up at his bedroom on the second floor, and called out.

The gate wasn’t locked; was he at home, right?

"Sylvan Cheney!" No one answered, and she raised her voice, calling out again!

Still, no response.

Jasmine’s face wore an anxious expression, anxious enough to make her want to cry.

She reached out, ready to push the door!

"Miss Yale?" Butler Santana hastily ran out, incredulously staring at the doorway, "Miss Yale? Is it really you?"

"Butler Santana..." she raised her watery eyes, suppressing the urge to cry, her fingers touching the door.

Butler Santana, both shocked and overjoyed, felt it must be an illusion, unbelievable!

"Miss Yale, is it really you!" she ran over, opening the door.

"It’s me."

"Miss Yale, you finally came back, you really came back!" Butler Santana was overwhelmed with joy, tears nearly falling.

These past days, he had been constantly wishing Jasmine Yale was here.

Thinking and thinking, he never dared to interfere with Mr. Cheney’s matters, nor dared to ask anyone for a phone number.

Neither Mr. Cheney nor Mr. Mcintosh had intended to call Miss Yale, so naturally, he didn’t dare to.

"I’m back." Her voice was soft.

Butler Santana took her suitcase from her hands: "Come inside, it’s cold outside."

Butler Santana led the way inside, with Jasmine slowly following behind.

As the living room door opened, the familiar scent and the unforgettably familiar sight greeted her.

"Butler Santana, what happened? Where is Mr. Cheney?"