Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1312: Bullied by Sylvan Cheney Again

Chapter 1312: Chapter 1312: Bullied by Sylvan Cheney Again

At the hospital room door, Charles Mcintosh was still guarding.

When Jasmine Yale ran off, he hurried in, "Mr. Cheney, should we chase after her?"

"Let her be, she’s leaving tomorrow."

Charles nodded.

If she was leaving tomorrow, there shouldn’t be any problems.

Sylvan’s expression was indifferent as he walked to the window and silently watched from above.

He hadn’t expected to see her today, and upon seeing her, he felt somewhat surprised.

Sylvan’s hand rested on the window sill, his deep gaze fixed on the area below the hospital.

After a while, he spotted the faint yellow figure of Jasmine.

She hadn’t even managed to grab her scarf and had left the hospital.

Jasmine reached the roadside and hailed a taxi to the hotel.

She had not expected it to turn out this way, coming here only to be driven out, the way Sylvan looked at her as if she were something else.

A soft mist of tears formed in Jasmine’s eyes, hanging on her long eyelashes.

She wiped at them, but the tears fell like they couldn’t be wiped away, continuously dropping.

Her eyes were naturally shallow and at this moment, overwhelmed by indeterminate emotions, she felt miserable, as if there was a stone lodged in her chest.

In the taxi, she sent Joe Heath a text message, "Don’t deceive me again, is deceiving people fun for you?"

Was deceiving her enjoyable?

Sylvan had deceived her, and so had Joe Heath.

Was she just a little white rabbit for them to find joy in deceiving?

How was she so easily deceived?

Upon reaching the hotel, Jasmine couldn’t hold back anymore, she collapsed onto the bed and cried her heart out.

She did nothing else but cry.

She had silently cried on the plane, and now she was crying again, not knowing if she was supposed to cry out all the tears of her lifetime.

Once all her tears were shed, would she stop crying?

The room was very quiet, only her cries could be heard.

Her eyes were red from crying, her shoulders convulsed, and the tears were like pearls off a broken string, endless.

When she cried herself out of strength, her phone suddenly rang—it was Joe Heath.

"Jasmine? Are you in Landon?"

Jasmine sobbed, her shoulders trembling, unable to speak as she clutched her phone.

"Jasmine? Are you crying?" Joe on the other end heard the sniffles, "Jasmine? Where are you?"

"Joe Heath." Jasmine’s voice was hoarse and broken, "Don’t call me anymore. Stop it, liar."

"I..." Joe was at a loss for words, how had he become a liar, "You’re in Landon, right? Did someone mistreat you again? Why are you crying?"

If it was just because he had deceived her, she wouldn’t be crying, she would at most scold him a few times.

There was only one reason; she must have been mistreated by Sylvan again.

That Old Fox, can’t he behave? Has he mistreated Jasmine again?

"Liar!" Jasmine cried out.

"Uh, Jasmine, where are you? I admit it, I’m a liar, I’m a liar. But I have something to tell you. Tell me, where are you? The airport? The Cheney Residence? The hospital?"

"I don’t want to see you," Jasmine cried and was about to hang up.

"Wait! Don’t hang up! I have something to tell you! It’s important!"

Jasmine still hung up the phone.

She no longer wanted to believe Joe Heath; he was also a liar.

Her heart still felt blocked, she couldn’t catch her breath, and if possible, she wanted to return to Chicago now, not wanting to stay in this place any longer.

As she cried, Jasmine grew tired from crying, she lay on the pillow, her little head buried in it.

The morning sun in Landon was bright and cheerful.

But she, too tired, fell asleep in the hotel bedroom, tear stains on her face, gradually drying.