Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 648: Chapter 648: Mrs. Sylvan Cheney

When the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the villa, the rain was still falling.

Upon entering the dining room, Sylvan Cheney was greeted by the aroma of food, Jasmine Yale was waiting for him, cheek resting on her hand.

Chale Cheney was eating fruit while waiting for Elder Cheney.

“I’m home.”

Jasmine walked over to help him change into his slippers.

Sylvan pat her head and gave a slight smile.

Such a scene was strangely familiar, reaching deep into their bones.

For those twelve years, she always enjoyed doing this, waiting for him to come home.

The only difference now was the incredibly cute and well-behaved little one by the table.

The little one was busily stuffing pear slices into his mouth.

Hmm, so sweet, so satisfying.

Jasmine seemed very fond of this little guy, giving him the best of everything. Even if he was occasionally moody, she indulged him.

Sylvan had never imagined that Jasmine, who was still a child herself, could take such good care of Chale Cheney.

“Let’s eat,” Sylvan sat down.

“Okay!”

Jasmine served him rice and then fetched a small wooden bowl for Chale Cheney.

The little guy used to enjoy eating next to Sylvan, but now he preferred sitting next to Jasmine.

He also liked to serve Jasmine food.

The servants of the villa privately considered Jasmine to be Sylvan’s wife, and they all envied her.

Although Jasmine had explained to them many times that she was not Mrs. Cheney.

But, they didn’t seem to believe her.

So, Jasmine simply stopped explaining.

Once this period passed and Sylvan’s health improved, she would have to leave this villa.

Halfway through the meal, Jasmine’s phone vibrated.

She looked at it: it was Joe Heath.

“I’m going to take a call.” Jasmine took her phone and ran to the distant balcony.

“Hello, how come you’re calling me? Have you had lunch yet?”

“Jasmine, are you still with my big brother?”

There was a certain sadness in the voice on the other end.

It was more sentimental than the rain outside, lingering and filled with sorrow.

“I’m just looking after him for a bit, as you know, he can’t move around easily.”

“So are you by his side because you like him, or is it just to take care of him and return his kindness?”

Jasmine didn’t expect Joe to ask such blunt, sharp questions.

She moved her lips, staring out the window.

The rain was continuous outside.

“You still have feelings for him, don’t you?” Joe suddenly felt awful.

Why won’t she give him a chance? He liked her too.

So much so.

He had never liked someone this much before.

But knowing she was now living in Sylvan’s villa, he chose not to disturb her.

If she didn’t accept his confession, then he’d try to be her good friend.

He liked her so much, why won’t she give him a chance?

Joe felt terrible, terribly terrible.

“Student Heath, have you had lunch yet? It’s lunchtime now, don’t forget to eat.” said Jasmine.

“Why won’t you answer my question?” Joe felt distressed, “Do you still like my big brother? Even though he’s engaged to Yolanda Fern, even though he has a son, even though he still has feelings for Chale Cheney’s mother, do you still like him?”

Jasmine’s eyebrows furrowed.

Her voice dimmed.

“I don’t like him, I’m taking care of him because I owe him a lot, a great deal.”

“Jasmine, wouldn’t it be nice to be with me?”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Student Heath, no, it’s very nice being with you.”

“Just ‘nice’?”

“Have you eaten yet? Be good and eat your food, even little Chale Cheney doesn’t give people any trouble.”