Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 402
Chapter 402: Chapter 402: You Have to Repay Me Somehow
“Jasmine Yale, are you out of your mind? Can you stand your ground, just by staying here?” Sylvan Cheney looked at her coldly.
Jasmine remained silent.
She noticed a few droplets of blood on his neck, which were extra glaring under the moonlight.
She too wasn’t much better off, covered in blood and traces of injuries.
Not too far away, a wolf was indicating clear signs of aggression.
It hesitated to advance, but was reluctant to retreat.
Further away laid the corpses of a pack of wolves, a sight for sore eyes.
“Jasmine Yale, you don’t want to see me in danger? But I am even more unwilling to see you in trouble.” Sylvan’s voice was dull, free of any detectable emotion.
In his eyes, there were suppressed traces, that only grew stronger.
Jasmine’s lips moved a little, and the light in her eyes flickered brightly.
She just looked at him like this.
Just like fifteen years ago, when she was on the brink of death, he was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes.
The sun was shining bright that day, everything was perfect.
Before she could speak, Sylvan sneered coldly, “If something happens to you, Yolanda would surely die.”
Those words struck her like a bolt from the blue. Jasmine’s lips trembled, and she felt a sudden pause in her heartbeat.
She looked at him incredulously.
His gaze cut through her like a knife, dissecting her from top to bottom.
She stood still, as though she had received a mortal blow.
Like a fish out of water, face to face with inevitable death.
“Sylvan…” her voice trembled, barely audible, “You kept me for twelve years, just waiting for this day?”
She stared at him intently, but all she saw on his face was cold indifference.
“Else what? Why should I treat you so well? Hmm?” Sylvan stated, “You owe me a life, that can be considered repayment.”
Jasmine’s pale lips trembled.
For a moment, she was speechless.
The moonlight reflected on the lake, became harsh and chaotic.
She looked at him, her eyes devoid of any sparkle, as if she was dead.
“Your heart matches Yolanda’s. After we get back, obediently undergo the surgery. No way I’m going to lose money on this, Jasmine Yale. You must repay me something.”
His words were without a shred of mercy.
Each word, each sentence, slashed into Jasmine’s heart.
“So, wait a minute. You’ve waited fifteen years for this day?” Jasmine looked dazed, looking like a withered tree.
“Do you think I, Sylvan Cheney, am a good-hearted person? Jasmine Yale, don’t be childish. I raised you generously, only to ensure that your body remains healthy, to avoid unnecessary trouble during surgery.”
“Little Chale really likes Yolanda now. If you could save Yolanda’s life, it would be a great gain for Little Chale.”
Despair pierced her heart like a rapier.
When she was abducted by Chris Fern, she never felt such despair.
The feeling was pretty much… what was the point of her being alive.
She bit her lips until they bled.
She no longer felt any pain.
“Che…”
“Get lost!” Sylvan shouted, cold eyes scanning her face, “I don’t want to see you anymore.”
Jasmine looked at him desperately, as if it was her last glimpse: “Okay…”
She turned around resolutely and started running, running as fast as she could.
The forest was densely packed, and in no time, her figure disappeared into the woods, leaving no trace behind.
Sylvan closed his eyes briefly, and a tired undertone of blue was indelible at the bottom of his eyes.
The night wind blew his clothes.
The moon began to set, and dawn… was about to break.
That wolf had been adjusting its attack position, making cautious advancements.
Once Jasmine left, it appeared to be inspired, its eyes becoming sharper and more aggressive.
