Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1367: We Can’t Lose Her Again

Chapter 1367: Chapter 1367: We Can’t Lose Her Again

Too thick clothes are too bulky when worn.

Once bulky, they don’t look very good.

"It’s cold outside." Sylvan Cheney frowned, "If you catch a cold, don’t expect me to take responsibility."

"Don’t you think you look ugly dressed like this?" Jasmine Yale argued.

"When have you ever been beautiful?"

"!!!" Jasmine Yale instantly despised the man in front of her, especially in that way.

He buttoned up her coat for her and draped a beige shawl over her shoulders.

Only after making sure she wouldn’t freeze did he glance at her and calmly said, "Let’s go."

Jasmine Yale extended her left hand towards him.

Sylvan Cheney looked down at her fair hand, wrinkling his brow: "Hm?"

"I want to hold hands."

"..." Sylvan Cheney was helpless.

Unable to resist her persistent cajoling, Sylvan Cheney held her hand and walked towards the entrance of the Cheney Residence.

The outdoors was naturally different from inside the house; it was warm inside and very cold outside.

The northern night wind howled, carrying intense coldness, a stark contrast to the warm interior—like fire and ice.

But because she wore thick clothes, Jasmine Yale didn’t feel cold; she tucked her little head into her scarf, leaving only her shiny big eyes exposed.

Her hand was warmly encased by Sylvan Cheney’s.

Outside the Cheney Residence, the road was very quiet with scant vehicle traffic, and the ecological environment was extremely good.

In the distance, there were mountains and water; when the wind blew, the air was filled with the scent of grass.

He rarely took the initiative to take her for walks; he was always very busy.

When she was younger, she feared disturbing him and seldom made unreasonable requests, like asking him to accompany her for a walk.

Such an ordinary thing seemed like a waste of time to Sylvan Cheney.

Jasmine Yale leaned closer to him, her face full of satisfaction.

The streetlights stretched their shadows long, one tall and one short, walking side by side.

At this moment, Jasmine Yale did not think about anyone or anything else; she just wanted to walk with him.

"Mr. Cheney, the first time I came to the Cheney Residence, I thought it was like a palace," Jasmine Yale said with a laugh, "It was so beautiful. I had never seen such a beautiful house in my life."

"So that’s why you lingered in the Cheney Residence and wouldn’t leave?"

"Exactly, how did you know?" Jasmine Yale laughed even harder, "Once in your house, you washed my hands, fed me, and I just thought how nice it would be if I didn’t have to leave."

"No ambition."

"Right, just that little ambition. Before, I couldn’t even get enough to eat on the streets, then suddenly I come to your house, there’s food, clothes, and everything else; why would I want to leave."

"..."

"Do you ever regret keeping me?" Jasmine Yale asked.

"No." This time, Sylvan Cheney’s answer was quick and decisive.

Jasmine Yale’s eyes turned into crescent moons with joy, elated in her heart; she liked this answer, holding his hand even tighter.

Since he didn’t regret it, he couldn’t lose her again this time.

Sylvan Cheney said nothing more.

Those years, had it not been for the Cheney Family’s efforts in hunting down the Ximenez Family, she would still be the Little Princess adored by many, without having to resort to living on the streets without enough to eat.

Lady Yana Yale of the Ximenez Family wouldn’t have had to marry a man like Kaine Zahir.

It’s unclear whether the Ximenez Family owes the Cheney Family, or the Cheney Family owes the Ximenez Family.

Along this road, there were streetlights on both sides.

The road was wide, and the scenery around it was also nice.

"Mr. Cheney, have you ever seen the Little Princess from Ann Nolan’s family? Her name is Little Candy."

"Do you think I’ve seen her?"

"Oh, probably not." Jasmine Yale knew Sylvan Cheney had little to do with Ann Nolan.