Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1355: Such Hurtful Words

Chapter 1355: Chapter 1355: Such Hurtful Words

Jasmine Yale listened to a TV host interviewing for a while, it was essentially about a scumbag husband who started to disdain his wife because she didn’t look as good after childbirth, not as pretty as before.

And once the scumbag husband got rich, he began to keep female college students as mistresses.

Jasmine Yale propped her chin and watched intently, finding it quite engaging.

She couldn’t help but sigh, it turned out that the scumbag husband and his wife used to be so loving, it was all fake, knowing each other for years, all fake.

Human hearts change so quickly, can’t withstand a bit of temptation.

Jasmine Yale sighed deeply: "It’s all fake, all those solemn vows and promises, just empty words..."

Her small hand clenched the blanket, her eyes reflected a dazed expression.

Just as she was reflecting, suddenly, an imperious force snatched the remote control from her hand and switched off the TV.

"Hey!" Jasmine jumped up, it turned out to be Sylvan Cheney coming home, "Why turn off my TV? I was still watching, haven’t finished yet!"

"What’s so good about this kind of show."

"It’s interesting! I didn’t ask you to watch, I am watching alone, I haven’t finished yet, give me back the remote control." Jasmine jumped up trying to snatch it.

But Sylvan Cheney threw the remote far away, not giving it to her.

Jasmine drooped in dejection, pulling away the blanket: "Why are you like this? Even watching TV is not allowed, no freedom."

"If you feel there’s no freedom then go back to Cakago, no one will control you there."

Sylvan Cheney took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, his face carrying its usual frosty expression.

"Do you think I’m shamelessly clinging on to stay here?"

"Isn’t it?"

"How can you speak like that." Jasmine’s face showed her displeasure, "In your eyes, it’s all my own wishful thinking to stay. It’s because I’m thick-faced, right?"

...

Sylvan Cheney remained silent.

"There’s nothing good in the Cheney Residence, if it’s just an empty house, do you think I would come here? If you really don’t want to see me at all, then don’t come home, you have plenty of other houses outside."

"One word from you equals ten from me." Sylvan felt helpless against her.

"Such hurtful words." Jasmine lowered her head, "Not everyone’s heart is made of iron, you do this over and over, I might really not want to deal with you anymore. It’s not like I can’t live without you..."

"Enough." Sylvan Cheney cut her off, "Why aren’t you eating the apples?"

"I don’t feel like eating."

"Butler Santana said you didn’t eat much for breakfast, are you sulking?"

"I’m not sulking, and even if I were, you wouldn’t coax me."

"That’s right."

"You!" Jasmine was truly infuriated.

She didn’t know why he was like this, whether he didn’t know how to coax a woman, or he disdained doing so.

Sylvan Cheney turned and went to the restroom to wash his hands, leaving Jasmine standing alone in the living room.

Her eyes held an indescribable emotion, Sylvan’s attitude towards her was still the same, neither warm nor cold, neither good nor bad.

Butler Santana had quickly prepared lunch, today she specially made a table full of lavish dishes.

Jasmine came back and she was very pleased inside.

Miss Yale’s favorite dishes, she knew them all, because Mr. Cheney had told her.

At lunchtime, Jasmine sat alone at the dining table, holding her chopsticks, with little appetite.

Sylvan Cheney sat beside her, picking a piece of meat she liked: "Eat more."

"Waking up in the morning and not finding you beside me, I thought you had run away, didn’t want me anymore." Jasmine spoke faintly.

"Why be so insecure, I can’t always be by your side."

"Where did you go?"

"To the Cheney Company."