Fated love: the unwanted bride

At that time, her favorite thing to do was to step into the puddles and hop along step by step, or squat on the ground in her little raincoat.

Once, while no one was watching, she snuck to the little goldfish pond in the backyard and crouched by the pond to watch the goldfish.

Raindrops fell into the pond, creating ripples on the surface.

Things that were mundane and unremarkable in the adult world were especially interesting in her eyes.

She completely ignored the rain, squatting by the pond, watching with full concentration. When she got excited, she’d even reach out to touch the goldfish in the pond with her chubby little hands.

So engrossed was she that she didn’t even notice when Sylvan Cheney walked up behind her with an umbrella.

Back then, Sylvan Cheney was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth, as graceful as jade, calm yet gentle in appearance.

His well-defined fingers held the umbrella as he stood behind her, the black umbrella slightly tilted, shielding her from the rain.

Jasmine Yale had her fun and only then turned around to stand up!

As soon as she stood up, there was Sylvan Cheney!

She nervously rubbed her hands together, uneasy and afraid to look at him.

"Are you cold?" He looked at her and said calmly.

She quickly shook her head: "Not cold, I just came out for a little while, just a little."

The boy in a white shirt stood alone in the rain, with clear and gentle eyes, his gaze fixed on her. Raindrops fell around him, hit the umbrella, and gathered into streams.

He didn’t speak for a long time, and little Jasmine Yale thought he was angry. She straightened her raincoat, looked up, and tugged at his coat: "I won’t come out again."

Back then, her face was tender and pure, her figure short and small, standing beside Sylvan Cheney, like a little child.

Sylvan Cheney had always been a man of few words, even though he was already eighteen or nineteen years old.

He looked into her clear big eyes for a while, then pulled her under his umbrella: "Let’s go, time to head back."

Outside, saying it wasn’t cold was a lie. When the wind blew, Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but shiver. She was wrapped under Sylvan Cheney’s umbrella, spared from rain and wind, as he led her home.

At that time, fallen flowers and leaves were blown onto the road, petals wet with rain, the path fragrant and charming.

She and he walked side by side under the umbrella, leaving steady footprints on the fallen flowers, following closely.

The rain was a sky-blue hue, the road paved with bluestones, trees lush and green on either side, swallows flying in the sky.

The serene Cheney Residence, the tranquil road.

Young Jasmine Yale, in her red little raincoat, walked step by step beside him, obedient and well-behaved.

The early summer rain in Cakago was continuous.

Barefoot on the ground, Jasmine Yale suddenly spaced out, watching the wide, empty road outside the venue. In a daze, she seemed to see two figures, one big, one small, on the road.

The big one was the eighteen or nineteen-year-old Sylvan Cheney, in a white shirt, with a black umbrella.

The small one was her, wrapped in a little raincoat, sensibly following him.

"Rumble"——

A clap of thunder sounded, and Jasmine Yale snapped back, blinking her eyes. Everything before her vanished, leaving only a long road.

She rubbed her forehead, realizing it was just a memory from years ago turned into a hallucination.

She laughed at herself, standing under the gallery eaves.

The sky was pitch black, the torrential rain pouring down, still falling relentlessly.

She couldn’t call Will Caddel and was pondering how to get back.

Should she run to the roadside to hail a cab? Or borrow an umbrella from the front desk? None seemed quite appropriate.

Jasmine Yale knew she was representing ZR, and going to borrow an umbrella in such disarray would greatly damage the company’s image.

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