Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1383: You Indulged, You Take Responsibility

Chapter 1383: Chapter 1383: You Indulged, You Take Responsibility

Jasmine Yale was over the moon, she hadn’t expected Sylvan Cheney to be so good to her.

He was meticulous and considerate in everything he did; his choice of meat and fish always ensured there were no bones left.

And just like that, Jasmine Yale enjoyed several years of bliss.

As she grew older, her actions became less hasty, and she actually became quite adept at eating fish.

Yet, whenever there was fish at the dinner table, Sylvan Cheney would still habitually pick out the bones for her.

Reflecting on the past, Sylvan Cheney knew that habits could be terrifying things, especially when they were deeply ingrained.

"In Cakago, you didn’t eat fish? Hm?" Sylvan Cheney put the delicious piece of fish in her bowl.

"I did."

"Who picked out the bones for you?"

"Myself."

"..."

Jasmine Yale looked as if it was a matter of course.

"After returning, you don’t know how to do anything?" Sylvan Cheney asked.

"You spoiled me; you’re responsible."

"Even Chale Cheney doesn’t take as much looking after," Sylvan Cheney said indifferently, "He could do everything by himself at the age of three, look at you."

Despite his words, Sylvan Cheney’s hands were picking out several more pieces of fish for her.

Jasmine Yale pursed her lips and smiled.

She didn’t know how she could be so spineless, angry with him one day and losing her temper the next.

The rose was right by her hand, she could smell the fragrance of the roses while she ate.

It smelled lovely.

And the fish tasted great.

"If there’s anything you like, tell Butler Santana to buy it for you," Sylvan Cheney instructed.

"I want to go shopping."

"Forbidden."

"Then, I heard Little Lilac is in Landon, have her come over to Cheney Residence, I haven’t seen her in a long time."

"She’s been very busy recently, has no time to come over."

"Oh." Jasmine Yale had no choice but to give up, "Are you going to the company this afternoon?"

"Hmm."

"I have nothing to do at home, I’m going to get fat," Jasmine Yale knew that Sylvan Cheney was keeping her confined now.

"I told you to cut down on sweets, but you don’t listen."

"..." Jasmine Yale pouted.

During the meal, Sylvan Cheney didn’t bring up sending her back to Cakago again, and she dared not mention it.

But the closer it got to her school starting date, the more panicked she felt.

She didn’t want to leave.

Even if it meant being kept confined in Cheney Residence.

Without freedom, no freedom, she couldn’t care less anymore.

People always change.

After lunch, Sylvan Cheney left in a hurry.

Jasmine Yale sat alone, staring blankly at the roses.

Butler Santana made her tea and smiled, "Miss Yale, the flower is really beautiful, it must be from Mr. Cheney."

Jasmine Yale nodded, "Yes."

"It’s the first time I’ve seen Mr. Cheney buy roses."

"Behind the scenes, who knows how many people he’s sent them to, otherwise, he wouldn’t pick so well for the first time." Each one was freshly bloomed and vibrant.

"Um?" Butler Santana sweated.

Buying this, also need experience? More money naturally means the best.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t let go of the bouquet, she kept holding it, gently sliding her fingers over the petals.

Much later, she placed the bouquet in the most conspicuous place in the living room, occasionally glancing at it.

He also buys roses.

Though just casually.

Jasmine lazily leaned on the sofa and posted a Weibo—

Little Orange. : The flowers are beautiful.

Below it, she attached a photo of the roses.

Ever since knowing "SJC" was him, Weibo had become their private territory.

Sure enough, not long after, someone probably saw the Weibo.

A new comment appeared on Jasmine Yale’s homepage.

Jasmine Yale opened it.

Eat Orange°: The person is more beautiful.

Jasmine Yale laughed out loud, her clear eyes fixed on these three words, her heart throbbing.