Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 115
Chapter 115: Chapter 115 Let Me Be His Mother
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Since when did Mr. Cheney start believing in these things?
In her impression, he never believed in such things, and moreover, he never went to the temple.
“Hold on to it.” Sylvan Cheney’s tone was very solemn.
“Oh…” Jasmine was momentarily at a loss for words.
So, if she had touched it, it was now hers?
“Hmm.” Sylvan hung up the phone and a corner of his lips quirked into a small smile.
The chauffeur, Charles Mcintosh, heard this and commented, “Mr. Cheney, it seems rather unfair to trick Miss Yale like this. That bracelet was clearly…”
“Well, she’s naive.”
A small smile traced Charles’ lips as well, and he continued to drive.
Looking at the bracelet that had found its way back to her, Jasmine felt a whirlwind of emotions.
Out of reverence for the Buddhist Law, she accepted it.
If only she had known, that night, she wouldn’t have taken it out of his pocket.
He was originally going to give it to Yolanda Fern, wasn’t he?
However, because she touched it, Yolanda wouldn’t want it anymore.
Green Sea and Blue Sky…
A heart that loves night after night under the green sea and blue sky.
Turns out this bracelet carries such a beautiful name.
Actually, she really did like this bracelet, truly liked it.
Each jade bead emitted a faint glow, like a little lively and pure elf.
However, she didn’t want to wear something not truly meant for her. She found a small box and put the bracelet into it.
Such a shame, to waste this gorgeous bracelet.
She turned around to take a bath.
She didn’t know why, but an image of Sylvan taking a shower kept popping up in her mind.
The image was exactly the same as when he was eighteen.
The water flowed down his sexy abdomen, his robust body revealing a man’s wildness.
Each time she thought of this, her heart pounded a little faster.
Her face became increasingly redder, and she clenched her teeth.
Just to distract herself, she quickly finished her shower.
Sylvan Cheney returned home and took off his blazer before checking on Chale Cheney.
The young boy was already asleep, but he was a restless sleeper and his blanket was on the floor.
Yolanda Fern heard the noise and came out from the guest room.
“You’re back, Sylvan.”
Fearing that his son might be disturbed from his sleep, Sylvan simply responded with a quiet “hmm”, quickly closing the door.
“I wanted to sleep with Chale, but he insisted on sleeping alone,” Yolanda Fern explained sheepishly.
“No worries. Chale is mature for his age and more obedient than most kids,” Sylvan responded nonchalantly.
“Sylvan, Chale and I are quite close. Can… Can I be his mother?” Yolanda Fern asked cautiously.
This was the first time she had dared to ask this question.
In the US, no one would dare bring up the issue about Chale’s mother. Everyone believed that Chale Cheney was adopted by Sylvan Cheney.
She was leaving for Lonton tomorrow. She mustered some courage to ask this.
“He’s friendly with everyone,” Sylvan responded, turning to leave.
“Oh,” Yolanda Fern ran after him. Did Sylvan avoid her question?
“Sylvan!”
Yolanda Fern called out several times.
Chale’s room was on the third floor, where Jasmine used to live.
Sylvan was walking down from the third floor to the second, intending to go back to his own bedroom.
“Sylvan, are you upset? I was just asking; if you don’t agree, I won’t pressure you. I only like this child, really like him. Besides, Chale likes me too. I know I may never have my own child in my life…” Yolanda Fern’s
voice was choked with emotion, holding back tears from rolling down her cheeks. She put a hand over her face, shoulders trembling from the silent sobs.
Sylvan paused in his tracks, his deep, brooding eyes staring into the distance.
“I am sorry, Sylvan,” Yolanda quickly apologised, realising she might have said too much..–>
