Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale pushed Little Clementine away, and Little Clementine in the stroller was quite restless, her big eyes constantly watching Sylvan Cheney, moving around incessantly in the stroller.

Jasmine Yale did not take Sylvan Cheney’s lollipop.

Lollipops, these things, are poisonous.

She brushed past Sylvan Cheney like a stranger, passing by without a backward glance.

The gentle afterglow fell on her face, her expression so gentle and serene.

Little Clementine kept moving, and halfway, finally burst out crying, a piercing wail.

Jasmine Yale felt this daughter was like a little white-eyed wolf, utterly helpless inside.

However, once a child cries it out, everything is fine, joyful and happy as usual tomorrow.

A child’s world is the purest, void of disputes over interests, unhappiness comes swiftly and leaves just as quickly, just like her childhood.

The sunset’s light stretched Sylvan Cheney’s silhouette long, his tall shadow fell on the ground, lonely and solitary.

In his distinctly jointed hand, he still held that lollipop...

Time does not turn back, the years have no end.

The park is vast, the paths long.

Little Clementine cried all the way, and Jasmine Yale just took her home like that.

Only when exhausted from crying did Little Clementine finally fall asleep in the stroller, silent and quiet.

After returning home, Jasmine Yale carried the little one to the crib, tucked her in, and quietly sat by the bedside, gently rocking the crib.

Her daughter is her source of strength for surviving.

Little Clementine slept so quietly, once asleep the little one was very obedient, no more unreasonable fussing.

The corners of Jasmine Yale’s lips faintly lifted, Little Clementine is the best gift heaven has given her, she thought she would never have the chance to be a mother in this life...

Rocking and rocking, she became a bit sleepy, and dozed off by Little Clementine’s bed.

Half-awake and half-asleep, she dreamt of summer at Landon’s Cheney Mansion.

Summer at Cheney Residence is beautiful, roses, Chinese roses, crepe myrtles, and lotuses bloom throughout the courtyard, vibrant colors and alluring fragrance, the mansion is beautiful year-round, but summer is the most lively season.

At that time, there were flowers, trees, singing cicadas, and gentle breezes... care-free and pleasant, comfortable and agreeable.

She dreamt of sitting on the stone by the spring, taking off her shoes, pulling up her skirt hem, and dipping her feet into the spring water.

The spring water tinkled, the shade of the trees was dense.

The afternoons at Cheney Residence were like a poetic and artistic tableau.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Jasmine Yale awoke.

She groggily picked up the phone, it turned out to be Will Caddel.

"CEO Caddel."

"Just received a last-minute meeting notice, the previous department store pilot project has been approved, come with me to Conada for a business trip."

"Now?"

"Yes, the exhibition is tomorrow morning, and we have to leave tonight."

"Okay, I’ll pack up."

"The ticket has been booked, I’ll pick you up outside your neighborhood later."

"Alright."

Jasmine Yale put down her phone only to realize it was already dark outside.

Little Clementine was still asleep, perhaps exhausted from playing, she slept soundly.

Jasmine Yale had no time or energy for sentimental musings, she immediately got up and packed clothes, pulled out the suitcase.

Luckily, Conada isn’t too far.

She packed her suitcase, hurriedly nibbled on snacks, greeted Butler Santana, and went out.

The night was already deep, the sky full of twinkling stars, no moon, just numerous stars.

Thin clouds hung in the sky, and when the wind blew, those clouds would drift along with the wind, leisurely and carefree.

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