Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1018 - Chapter 1018 Chapter 1018 Two Little Treasures

Chapter 1018: Chapter 1018: Two Little Treasures Chapter 1018: Chapter 1018: Two Little Treasures The night was long.

Early next morning, Jasmine Yale asked her boss for three days off.

Early in the morning, while Chale Cheney was still sleeping in, she went to buy dough and filling to make dumplings.

Sweet Kitty jumped onto Jasmine Yale’s bed, squatting beside the pillow and watching Chale Cheney.

Where did this child come from, huh.

After he had come, it had fallen out of favor.

Sweet Kitty raised its paw, touched Chale Cheney’s hair, then withdrew it.

“Um…” After several repetitions, Chale Cheney was awakened.

The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was Sweet Kitty’s innocent and cute face.

“Um, you rascal, why won’t you let me sleep,” Chale Cheney rubbed its head.

Seeing him awake, Sweet Kitty, frightened, jumped off the bed and smartly ran toward Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale smiled, two little treasures.

After Chale Cheney had breakfast, he sat in the kitchen and helped Jasmine Yale make dumplings.

“Baby knows how to make dumplings.”

“Who did you learn it from?”

“Kindergarten activity, taught by the teacher.”

“Then make dumplings with Jasy.”

Chale Cheney was particularly serious as he made dumplings, and occasionally, as Jasmine Yale looked up, she felt a fleeting illusion.

Chale Cheney held the dumpling wrapper with his little hand, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, clearly delighted.

“Meow, meow…”

Sweet Kitty was circling around their feet, now rubbing against Jasmine Yale, now against Chale Cheney.

After getting tired, it went to lie down and sleep on the balcony.

Chale Cheney’s little face was covered in white flour.

Jasmine Yale laughed, wiping his face: “Little Flower face.”

Just as Jasmine Yale put the towel back in the bathroom, suddenly, the phone rang–

“Ann?”

“Jasmine, I forgot to call you yesterday, happy birthday.”

“That’s alright, thanks Ann. I’m adjusting well here, already settled in.”

“That’s good, I was a bit worried.”

“Ann, are you feeling unwell?” Jasmine Yale detected something off in her voice, somewhat hoarse and tired.

What had happened?

“No, just a little cold,” Ann Nolan lowered her eyelashes, coughed lightly, her voice weak and fatigued.

“Really just a cold? Ann, take good care of your health, nothing else matters, only your body is yours,” Jasmine Yale advised, “Don’t overwork yourself. Did you enjoy yesterday’s Qixi Festival?”

“Worked overtime, didn’t celebrate.”

“Look at you, I told you not to overwork, to get some rest, yet you still worked overtime,” Jasmine protested.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of Ann Nolan’s lips, her eyes dim, lightless.

The eyes that were usually bright, at this moment, covered with a layer of faint confusion, seemed boundless, with no end in sight.

She rubbed her forehead, leaning wearily against the wall.

The wall supported her body, preventing her from collapsing.

“Then Jasmine, I’m going off to rest, just took some cold medicine, feeling a bit drowsy,” Ann Nolan said.

“Alright, you’d better take a day off tomorrow, and if it’s serious, remember to go to the hospital.”

“Okay.”

Ann Nolan hung up the phone, then crouched down powerlessly, burying her head in her knees, in deep agony.

Her face was pale, her lips as white as paper.

Her head ached tremendously, and she squatted there, her vision dizzy.

This was a hotel suite, the air scented with lavender and hints of eroticism.

Ann Nolan remembered everything from last night, and her head…hurt even more.

She covered her head with her hands, squatting on the floor, scenes from last night washing over her like a flood, unavoidable, inescapable.

Yesterday was Qixi, the Chinese Valentine’s Day, and Zaiden Santos was away on business.

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