Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 481:
Chapter 481: Chapter 481: How Many Twelve-Year Periods Does a Lifetime Have?
The path down the mountain was neither near nor far.
Jasmine Yale lay on his broad back, her eyes suddenly a bit blurry.
Snowflakes fell on the umbrella, around them, as if the world had shrunk into a circle.
In the circle, there was only him and her.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes slightly, no longer thinking about anything.
When they got down the mountain, lunch had already been delivered.
Sylvan Cheney took her to a small cabin and brought out the lunch for her.
“I’m going back to work at Respected Majesty tomorrow.” Jasmine Yale said.
“Hmm.” Sylvan Cheney responded.
As long as she didn’t run away, he would accept anything.
Jasmine Yale really wanted to know where Joe Heath had gone, but she couldn’t ask Sylvan Cheney again.
If she asked, he would not answer.
It would just make things unpleasant.
“I will arrange for your luggage in Sinkapore to be packed and brought back.” Sylvan Cheney said.
That trip could be considered her time to relax.
“Thank you.” Jasmine Yale quietly ate her meal.
The small cabin was equipped with heating. Jasmine Yale took off her big coat and sat by the table.
One glance out of the window she could see the snowflakes outside.
It felt like spring here.
“Don’t ever say these two words to me.” Sylvan Cheney frowned.
Jasmine Yale’s hand holding the chopsticks paused, so dominant? She could not even say thank you?
He himself had thanked her before.
Jasmine Yale did not understand Sylvan Cheney’s thoughts. If he did not want her to say it then she wouldn’t say it.
“What are you planning to do this afternoon?” Sylvan Cheney asked.
“Going back home, organizing the house and getting ready for work tomorrow.”
“Not going to stay with me?”
“No, didn’t you say you are tied up these few days? I must have affected your work these few days.”
“Then I will stay with you.”
Jasmine Yale widened her eyes. Was there a difference between the two?
As a result, Sylvan Cheney really did what he said.
After returning from the maple mountain, he followed her quietly as soon as she sent him to the compound.
She was tidying up the house and he was helping her.
“Mr. Cheney, please just sit.”
Jasmine Yale dared not let him work and hurriedly pushed him to sit on the sofa.
The place had not been visited for a while; it was dusty everywhere.
“Let me help you.” Sylvan Cheney insisted on not being idle.
Jasmine Yale couldn’t overpower him, so she gave in.
Halfway through, Sylvan Cheney went out to answer a call.
“Sylvan, Joe is being watched.” It was Kaisan Heath.
“Where is he locked up?”
“On an island, rest assured, he will not interfere anymore.”
“That would be the best.” Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone.
Jasmine Yale changed her slippers, sat on the sofa, and drank a glass of warm water.
She held the cup; very gently, very calmly.
Sylvan Cheney standing at the door couldn’t help but look at her a few more times.
“The clean up is almost done.” Jasmine Yale turned and looked at him, “Mr. Cheney, you can go back now.”
“In a hurry to get rid of me?”
“Otherwise, if you stay here, we won’t have anything to talk about.” Jasmine Yale was very straightforward.
Sylvan Cheney’s eyes turned cold: “After living together for twelve years, Jasmine, sometimes I really can’t tell if you have no heart.”
Twelve years.
How many twelve years are there in a lifetime?
Facing Sylvan Cheney’s questioning, Jasmine Yale still remained silent.
Not heartless, but heartbroken.
She didn’t know how to face Sylvan Cheney, in what role.
Her position to him now was too awkward.
Morever, she did not want such compensation.
“I’m tired, Mr. Cheney, can you leave?” Jasmine Yale didn’t want to pick a quarrel with him, she just blinked her eyes looking at him.
Sylvan Cheney was really upset by her attitude, “Then you get some rest, I’m leaving.”
