Fated love: the unwanted bride

After speaking, she "thud-thud-thud" ran upstairs, not looking back.

He watched her back, silently watching, eyes filled with anger, until her figure disappeared at the doorway.

The empty living room suddenly fell silent.

Before long, she came downstairs with an even bigger backpack, glanced at him, walked quietly towards the villa’s entrance, and said nothing, her eyes red.

"Stop." He called out to her, "Playing this trick on me again?"

"I don’t want to stay in your house anymore."

"Oh, how could I forget, after all, someone else will take you in, right? That athletic committee member... you help him with problems, huh, indeed, teaching problems, mutual assistance, very friendly." He smiled, his sharp eyes always on her thin figure.

She turned her head and glared at him fiercely, "Is it appropriate for you to say these things to me?"

"Your homeroom teacher texted me saying that you often daydream in class, distracted, when called to answer questions you don’t even know the topic, let alone the answer. Was I wrong this time?"

"If you have something to say, say it directly! Do you think everyone is like you, scheming and sophisticated?"

"Scheming? Sophisticated? So that’s how I am in your heart, this is the first time I know." He cynically mocked, laughing scornfully.

"Heh, a person like you, always calculating others! You can’t compare to us! We are all very naive, won’t be like you calculating this and that, even talking to you is exhausting! I have no common language with you, I won’t come back in the future."

"Still naive at your age, I think you’re just simple-minded!" His tone was harsh, "I’m usually too good to you, speaking with no rules at all! Not coming back, where do you plan to go."

"None of your business! I’ve really had enough of you." The rebellious nature of a young girl in her rebellious phase flared up, looking at him coldly, "You treat me well? How exactly are you good to me? Because I have food, clothes, and schooling, that’s being good to me? Then go give it to someone else, I don’t want it!"

"Who did you learn this temper from? Hmm? Is this how you talk to me?"

"If you can’t stand me, then just don’t look, I’m leaving and never coming back! You’ll never see me again! Goodbye!"

The young girl turned her head once more.

This time, without looking back, she ran out the door, straight towards the villa’s gate.

As the door opened, she jumped out like a rabbit.

At that time, the sunlight covered the ground, the summer’s bright white sun scorching the earth, also hurting the eyes.

He hurriedly got up and ran out!

But she had disappeared...

"Jasmine Yale! Jasmine Yale!" Sylvan Cheney suddenly awoke from the dream, opening his eyes.

It was just a dream...

He picked up the glass of boiled water on the coffee table, which had already cooled, and took a few gulps, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart.

Sylvan Cheney looked out the floor-to-ceiling window; outside was still pitch black, no villa, no scorching sunlight, only endless darkness, where one couldn’t even see their own hand.

All around was silent, he could hear his own rapid breathing and heartbeat.

His hand held the cold glass, still in the same position, motionless.

Everything in the dream was still exceptionally clear, like a thread tightly wound around his heart.

The little girl in the dream looked very much like Jasmine Yale, so much so that he didn’t know if it was Little Clementine when she grew up.

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