Fated love: the unwanted bride

Sylvan Cheney’s voice was very soft, almost as if he were talking in his sleep.

But the suite was very quiet, and he was close, so Jasmine Yale heard every word he said.

She scoffed, dismissive, not saying a word.

But Sylvan Cheney held down her waist, refusing to let go: "I rarely catch a cold, but last month I caught a bad one and had a fever. The doctor said not to drink, smoke, or stay up late. Don’t you think they’re all quacks? What does a cold have to do with these... all quacks... Actually, with a cold, you just tough it out, and it’ll naturally get better in a week..."

"Sylvan Cheney, Sylvan Cheney," Jasmine Yale called to him.

"Lately, I’ve been having this recurring dream. In the dream, there’s a little girl with braids calling me ’Daddy’. I thought, how could I have a daughter? So, I ignored her, but she kept calling. Later, when I drove away, she looked at me with eager eyes, crying and calling out to me. Strange, right? Always having these strange dreams... the quack doctor says I’m under too much mental stress... I don’t believe a word from those quacks..."

"Sylvan Cheney, Erin Janus is pregnant, so that little girl is your daughter. It’s called a pregnancy dream," Jasmine Yale said indifferently. She didn’t know why Sylvan Cheney would say such inexplicable things when drunk.

"Is that so? Ha... you’re just like those quacks..."

"Let go of me."

"I’ve been on business trips often these months, from winter to summer, and in the blink of an eye, half a year has passed. Time flies. Summer is still the best; everything’s lush, unlike winter, which feels desolate even without separation. I can’t sleep when on trips, so I stand by the hotel window smoking, sometimes finishing a whole pack before realizing I should sleep, but then I can’t when I lie down. Spring is better; winter is too long, hard to endure. People are strange creatures, severely sleep-deprived yet not sleepy at all..."

"That’s just you, Sylvan Cheney..." Jasmine Yale’s voice was indifferent, not asking, "I sleep very well, very soundly. As soon as I hit the bed, I can fall asleep. I have good sleep quality, no nightmares, no insomnia. Since you left, I sleep peacefully every night. My life is regular and fulfilling, developing in a good direction. So please don’t ruin all this for me? What I’ve gotten with difficulty, I want to cherish. Please don’t appear in front of me, don’t appear... I’m begging you... and don’t let down another woman. Take good care of your wife and child."

Jasmine Yale’s voice was full of pleading.

She was helpless.

In front of him, she was always helpless.

For instance, now he could still stand well-dressed, while she was in a mess.

The suite was very cold, and she was cold too.

Thankfully, darkness was everywhere, with no light.

"Great? You won’t live well unless you leave Will Caddel and leave the financial world. Otherwise, you’ll end up badly, sinking deeper like in a swamp." Sylvan Cheney’s tone was full of sarcasm and ridicule.

Without waiting for Jasmine Yale to speak, he used all his strength to press down her body, kissing her neck, face, and lips.

He used force.

Jasmine Yale was hurt by him, her delicate body struggling under his chest.

"Sylvan Cheney, Syl...van Cheney, will you let me go? I told you, don’t make me hate you..."

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