Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 531: Chapter 531: Do You Still Care About My Life or Death?

“Why bother…you’re supposed to come back, right?” Jasmine’s voice was timid.

She thought he had already gone, but it turns out he hadn’t.

He said he was going to sue Teagan Cheney.

“What if I can’t come back?”

“Don’t joke with me like that…”

To Jasmine, Sylvan Cheney was invincible. At least, since their childhood, he had resolved all her issues.

There’s no way he wouldn’t come back.

“Jasmine Yale.” Sylvan sighed, “You’re not willing to see me even once? Will it not matter to you if something happens to me, right?”

Jasmine noticed the hint of drunkenness in his voice.

“Have you been drinking? You can’t drive when you’re drunk. I’ll call Charles Mcintosh to pick you up. It’s raining again today…”

“Jasmine Yale!” Sylvan yelled, interrupting her, “Do you even care about whether I live or die?”

Jasmine was shocked by his voice.

She was stunned for a good ten seconds or so.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Complete stillness.

“No matter what, I hope you’ll be alright. There are many people in this world who care about you.” Jasmine said slowly.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

No matter what, she hoped he would be fine.

He still had a son, a fiancee, a grandfather, and many, many friends…

With so many people caring about him, he ought to live a long, happy, and healthy life.

Just like in the forest, she blocked the fatal blow intended for him so that he could survive.

She was different, an orphan.

One more or less of her wouldn’t matter.

“What about you? Do you care?” Sylvan asked.

“Mr. Cheney… You must be drunk. There’s heavy rain outside, you should go home. Since you’re heading to the US tomorrow, you should spend time with Little Chale tonight.”

“Jasmine Yale, come down!” Sylvan commanded her.

He wasn’t drunk, he was completely sober.

Jasmine shook her head slightly, her voice firm, “I won’t come down.”

“Then I’ll wait for you down here.” Sylvan said indifferently, determination in his voice.

Jasmine was taken aback.

She hadn’t expected Sylvan to back down.

He was always dominating and commanding, especially as of late.

But this time, was he actually conceding to her?

Jasmine’s heart didn’t flutter much…

A man like Sylvan could have any woman he wanted, if she rejected him a few more times, he would get tired and annoyed, right?

Men are always impatient with women.

“I’ll wait for you,” he repeated.

“Then wait!”

Jasmine was quite aggravated and she hung up.

Really, let him wait if he wants to, getting drunk and coming here to vent his frustrations.

Such a pain in the neck.

Jasmine went back to the kitchen to make noodles, making a small bowl for herself.

The air was filled with the aroma of the kitchen.

By the time she finished eating, she started studying some new words.

The rain outside continued to patter against the window panes.

But inside, it was still warm and cozy.

At nine o’clock, Jasmine felt sleepy and decided to take a bath and go to sleep.

She went to the window to draw the curtains.

As she looked down, she was shocked.

Her hand froze in place, her face full of astonishment.

Sylvan was actually standing downstairs!

This crazy man was actually standing downstairs!

His black coat was completely soaked, as was his hair. Rain ran down his distinct facial features.

He was backing his head slightly, his eyes half-closed.

When she saw him, he saw her too.

In the moment their eyes met, Jasmine felt a surge of electricity wash over her, leaving her bewildered.