Fated love: the unwanted bride

Butler Santana glanced at Sylvan Cheney, shook his head, and followed Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale, holding Little Clementine, walked slowly, her expression particularly calm.

Little Clementine, carefree, lay on Jasmine Yale’s shoulder, grinning at Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney, who was on the phone, also saw Little Clementine.

In the hallway, turning the corner, it suddenly went pitch-black.

Little Clementine couldn’t see anything, her hands waved restlessly, stirring in Jasmine Yale’s arms.

Jasmine Yale pressed her little bottom: "Be good, Mum will take you home. It’s warm there, with the milk you love and the cartoons and toys you like. We’re going home upstairs."

Jasmine Yale patiently soothed Little Clementine, her voice gentle.

Butler Santana followed closely behind Jasmine Yale, and they entered the elevator one after the other.

Jasmine Yale pressed the elevator button, and it ascended slowly, the numbers on the screen jumping one by one.

Jasmine Yale stared at the numbers, silent, just watching quietly, her face and eyes filled with silence, her heart also very calm.

There was no one else in the elevator, extremely quiet, even the sound of the elevator operating could be heard, softly.

Little Clementine hung her head, leaning against Jasmine Yale’s shoulder, not very happy, listless, big eyes dull.

Silence, endless silence.

The floor wasn’t high, the elevator soon arrived.

When the door opened, Jasmine Yale walked down the corridor towards her home.

Butler Santana followed behind, and as Jasmine Yale opened the door, he finally asked: "Miss Yale, I asked his wife if she was about to give birth, he said yes..."

"Well, Erin Janus will give birth in a little over three months." Jasmine Yale opened the door and carried Little Clementine inside.

The lights in the house were still on, forming a stark contrast with the darkness outside.

"Miss Yale, why is he with Erin Janus? Why, I’ve met that Erin woman too, her temper, her character, how she handles things, not what he’d like."

"People aim high, water flows downward."

Jasmine Yale sat on the sofa holding Little Clementine and fed her milk.

Butler Santana stood awkwardly to the side, half understanding, nodded.

"Butler Santana, could you please draw the curtains, it’s dark outside, Little Clementine might be scared."

"Sure."

Butler Santana walked to the window and drew the curtains.

She glanced outside instinctively; Sylvan Cheney was still on the phone, just slowly moving away from the spot, heading outside the community.

Butler Santana quietly closed the curtains and tidied the table a bit.

Jasmine Yale just sat on the sofa holding Little Clementine, playing cartoons for her to watch.

The previously listless Little Clementine cheered up as soon as she saw the cartoon, her big eyes fixated on the TV, engrossed.

The emotions of children come and go quickly.

Little Clementine watched the animation and drank milk at the same time, behaving nicely.

After eating and drinking, before long, the little one’s eyelids began to droop, and she fell asleep nestled in Jasmine Yale’s arms.

Jasmine Yale quietly picked her up and placed her in the crib, covering her with a blanket.

She bent down and pressed a gentle kiss on Little Clementine’s forehead, smiling.

Little Clementine was her little treasure.

Little Clementine slept peacefully, unmoving, her sleeping figure serene.

Jasmine Yale sat at the bedside, carefully watching her; the more she looked, the calmer her heart felt.

The summer breeze was gentle, and outside the window, the rustling of leaves could be heard, starry light scattered on the ground.

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