Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1353: Sylvan Cheney, where are you...

Chapter 1353: Chapter 1353: Sylvan Cheney, where are you...

"I hope someone will be good to Jasy." She whispered a wish.

After she finished, she felt it was not enough.

She added in an even quieter voice: "The lifelong kind."

Her mother was also good to her, but her mother couldn’t accompany her for a lifetime.

After making a wish, she propped her cheek and continued to gaze at the vast stars, completely unaware that Sylvan Cheney was standing behind her.

The young Sylvan, always mature for his age, didn’t understand her actions and frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Watching the stars. They’re really pretty."

"What’s there to watch, aren’t they the same every night?"

"They’re not the same, the number of stars that appear each night is different! Different stars make different pictures!" She argued back, neck stiffened.

Sylvan Cheney was disdainful: "Childish."

"Not childish. If you don’t believe it, you can join me and watch. There’re also shooting stars! Have you ever seen a shooting star?" Eight-year-old Jasmine Yale asked, blinking her big eyes innocently at him.

In her eyes, her older brother rarely smiled and wasn’t interested in these things.

"I’m not watching."

After that, he walked away heartlessly.

Jasmine Yale stood there puzzled.

Why not watch? The stars are so pretty! The sky is pretty too! The moon is pretty too! Why not watch!

She was really annoyed.

She didn’t care about him anymore, she sat by the window alone continuing to watch the stars, to watch the night sky.

Whenever a shooting star crossed the sky, she would make a wish devoutly.

Her mother said, all wishes made will come true.

Tender like water, Jasmine dreams, reluctant to look back from the bridge of magpies.

...

Morning came, and the light of the rising sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the floor, the light was bright, carrying a comfortably warm temperature.

Jasmine Yale was sweetly dreaming, her little hand scratching: "Watch the stars with me, watch the stars with me..."

Her lips curved in an upward arc.

She didn’t know how long it had been before she woke up to the sound of birds chirping.

Still groggy and unable to open her eyes, she remembered, she was back in Landon.

"Sylvan... Sylvan..." She reached out with her hands in a scramble.

But, the space beside her was cool, no one was there!

Jasmine Yale was startled awake, "Whoosh," she sat up!

It was his bedroom, but the person beside the pillow wasn’t there, the place where he’d slept had also grown cold, he had already left a long time ago.

Jasmine Yale panicked, he couldn’t just leave her alone, he couldn’t.

Her sleepiness completely vanished, Jasmine Yale jumped off the bed, and ran out of the bedroom barefoot on the carpet!

"Sylvan!" She pushed the door open and shouted.

With the staff of the Cheney Residence dismissed, it was empty.

Jasmine Yale hurried down the stairs looking for him, stumbling and nearly twisting her ankle.

"Sylvan, where are you... where have you gone..." Jasmine Yale was so anxious she nearly cried.

Butler Santana heard the noise and hurried out.

"Miss Yale!"

"Butler Santana..." Jasmine Yale called out in a helpless voice, "Where is Mr. Cheney? Where is he?"

"Mr. Cheney has gone out."

"When did he go out?"

"He left early in the morning."

"Did he say anything? Leave any message? Said when he will be back..." Jasmine Yale shook Butler Santana’s arm, her face anxious.

Butler Santana smiled: "Mr. Cheney asked me to make breakfast for you, instructed me not to wake you up, said you might be tired."

Butler Santana simply repeated what he had been told.

However, Jasmine Yale’s face blushed for a moment.

What does he mean by might be tired...

Oh, her back was quite sore, her legs felt weak, and she couldn’t muster any strength in her body.

"When did he say he will be back?"

"He didn’t say that part, Miss Yale, maybe you could give him a call to ask."