Fated love: the unwanted bride

"Little Clementine, what are you looking at?" Jasmine Yale asked in surprise, following her chubby little finger.

The moment she looked, her heart skipped a beat.

Little Clementine’s big eyes were bright and focused.

Jasmine’s eyes were also full of surprise.

On the shelf was nothing else, and what Little Clementine saw was nothing else but the photograph Jasmine casually tucked into a book, taken at a roadside photo studio.

She had casually stowed it away in the book, never expecting it to accidentally slip out.

In the photo, Little Clementine hadn’t been born yet; Jasmine was heavily pregnant, holding a bouquet of beautiful bellflowers, with Sylvan Cheney standing beside her.

It was their only official photograph together, Jasmine knew, and it would be the last.

The casually discarded photo revealed a corner, just showing Sylvan’s face and half his body.

And Little Clementine was staring at the photo, her small hands reaching out, wanting to grasp it!

Jasmine walked over and tucked the photo back into the book, not giving it to her.

"Waa," immediately Little Clementine started crying!

"There, there, Little Clementine, we’ll have something delicious tonight, okay?" Jasmine coaxed.

Little Clementine didn’t listen, her big eyes still on the shelf, just crying.

"Little Clementine, don’t cry, come on, Mommy will take you to the kitchen to have a look," Jasmine prepared to carry Little Clementine out.

After just a couple of steps, Little Clementine cried even louder, her small hands clawing at Jasmine, constantly stretching her neck towards the shelf.

Jasmine got angry: "What do you want to look at? What’s so interesting? Yulia Yale, you’re just an ungrateful little devil..."

She accompanied her every day, and in the end, was inferior to a photo?

Little Clementine cried loudly, her eyes red, a bit scared of Jasmine’s scolding.

Jasmine rarely scolded her; Little Clementine was truly frightened.

Seeing Little Clementine crying, Jasmine couldn’t help but feel pity, her own eyes turning red, and she simply walked forward, pulled out the photo.

"Here, look, if you want to see then see. Mommy will tell you, this person is your dad, but he doesn’t want you, do you understand? He has a little baby now, he doesn’t want you." Jasmine pointed to Sylvan.

Little Clementine stopped crying, her big, watery eyes fixed on the photo, two small hands reaching to grab it.

Little Clementine looked at the photo with curiosity, not knowing what attracted her to the photo, but she watched with great interest.

She wanted to grasp it, so Jasmine handed the photo to her.

With the photo in her hand, Little Clementine immediately broke into a smile, her little mouth gaping wide.

"Yulia Yale, take a good look, this person doesn’t want you, he doesn’t like you, not even a bit." Jasmine’s voice rose involuntarily with her trembling, "He’s already someone else’s dad, he’s a man who loves and leaves, when you were born, he was beside another woman, he didn’t like Mommy either..."

Little Clementine couldn’t understand a word Jasmine was saying, her soft little hands gripping the photo.

She probably saw a photo for the first time, was very happy, even pressed it to her cheek, and seemed about to stick out her little tongue to lick it.

Jasmine took the photo away, her tone softening: "You’ve seen it now, after this you can’t want it anymore."

Little Clementine was unwilling, still reaching out, her big eyes staring at Jasmine.

Jasmine spoiled Little Clementine very much and couldn’t bear to be harsh with her, after all, she was just a child.

She held the photo for Little Clementine to see, and Little Clementine looked intently, not even blinking.

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