Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1321: Are You Still Going to Control Me?

Chapter 1321: Chapter 1321: Are You Still Going to Control Me?

I don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting when the hotel doorbell rang.

Jasmine Yale was dozing off, leaning on her palm, but when the doorbell rang, she jumped up and ran over wearing her slippers.

Outside the door stood Sylvan Cheney.

She was shorter than him, looking up, her big watery eyes fixating on him.

He had changed into a black overcoat, his brows and eyes still fierce and uninhibited, exuding an aura of arrogance, elegance, and a cold detachment.

The orange light of the hotel cast on his face, softening the sharp angles of his features.

She looked at him, and he lowered his eyelids.

"I knew you would come," she leaned against the doorframe.

She felt immensely favored that a simple text message summoned him here.

In Landon, this was a profound honor indeed.

Sylvan Cheney’s hands were in his coat pockets, standing a step away from her.

"Got something to tell me?" Sylvan looked at her.

"Yeah, come in," Jasmine Yale turned her head.

Sylvan didn’t say anything and followed her in.

She walked forward, intuitively unbuttoning his coat and hanging it on the coat rack.

A simple gesture, as mundane as it could be.

It was just the habit formed over the years.

Her room wasn’t big, filled with the mellow scent of red wine and the fragrance of essential oils.

Sylvan Cheney sat down on a chair.

She walked to the table, handed him a poured glass of red wine, and took a sip from her own glass.

Sylvan took the wineglass and said indifferently, "I told you not to drink."

"Mr. Cheney, you’ve given me the wedding gift; do you still need to monitor me?" Jasmine laughed, dimples shallow on her cheeks.

His words left Sylvan speechless.

"What did you want to tell me?"

"Did you get discharged today? Is the fever gone?"

"Speak directly." Sylvan’s brow furrowed, his sharp gaze sweeping over her face.

His eyes, as sharp as a hawk’s, still intimidated Jasmine, making her heart tremble.

As a child, she was afraid when he looked at her like this.

Because whenever she lied or did something wrong, such a stare from him would make her heart falter.

"It’s nothing much. I’m going back to Cakago tomorrow, and I won’t be coming back this time. Mr. Cheney, is this our last meeting?"

"Do you still have feelings for Landon?" Sylvan asked lightly.

"I’ve lived here for over a decade; it’s impossible to say I feel nothing. Did you know? Every place on the streets is filled with memories. Like this street. Do you remember taking me here?"

Jasmine’s tone was calm, almost nonchalant.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, her cheeks were tinged with a faint blush.

She sat in front of him, leaning on her hand, her thoughts drifting.

Sylvan’s long fingers gently caressed the wineglass; he tilted his head slightly, "Hmm?"

"You don’t remember, right? I guessed you wouldn’t," Jasmine laughed naively, "You are always busy, it’s normal not to remember. This street didn’t use to have these tall buildings before; it was a small zoo with not many animals, but there was a pair of pandas, very cute."

"I had never seen pandas and really wanted to come see them, so I pestered you to bring me."

"You wouldn’t agree, but couldn’t withstand my nagging, and said if I scored full marks in my math final exam, you’d bring me. Although it was easy to score full marks at that time, I was bad at math, so you were really doing it on purpose," Jasmine’s lips twitched as she spoke.

Under the light, her slightly drunken appearance was quite endearing.