Fated love: the unwanted bride
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Chapter 1062: Chapter 1062: Half-Unbuttoned Shirt Collar Chapter 1062: Chapter 1062: Half-Unbuttoned Shirt Collar She crossed the road and returned to the bakery.

Because the mask and bangs concealed her, no one noticed anything unusual about her.

The door of the Mercedes was open, and Sylvan Cheney bent over to pick up the breakfast on the ground.

At noon, Jasmine Yale sat in the courtyard of the bakery, picking up Sweet Kitty.

She lowered her head and nuzzled Sweet Kitty, then stroked her furry little head.

“Meow–”

Sweet Kitty obediently responded to her caresses.

The courtyard was filled with potted plants, a quiet green throughout, and flowers whose names she couldn’t recall. Although they weren’t bright and colorful, they were tranquil and serene.

The air was filled with a fresh scent.

Time was gentle, and the clouds drifted leisurely.

She sat in the wicker chair, feeding Sweet Kitty.

Sweet Kitty didn’t make much fuss because she realized that Jasmine Yale seemed unhappy.

It licked the back of Jasmine Yale’s hand, soothing her emotions.

“Sweet Kitty, you haven’t seen him, have you?” Jasmine Yale rambled on to Sweet Kitty, “Better not to meet him, he would scare you. I thought I’d never see him again. Why did he come, why…”

Sweet Kitty didn’t understand Jasmine Yale’s words, only scurrying about in her arms.

Jasmine Yale’s words were also disjointed and incoherent.

Her eyes reflected deep bewilderment.

…

The next day was Sunday.

Jasmine Yale didn’t bring Sweet Kitty, but at the same time in the morning, a Mercedes still parked across the street.

Sylvan Cheney’s assistant came to buy breakfast.

However, there was no longer a request for her to deliver it; it was enough that she made it personally.

As a guest, she naturally wouldn’t refuse.

On workdays, if she didn’t come to the bakery, according to the staff there, that car wouldn’t show up.

Jasmine Yale didn’t care; she continued her routine of going to classes, getting out of school, and studying as usual.

She was gradually getting used to college life.

That day, after afternoon classes, Jasmine Yale went to the bakery as usual to help with the cash register.

It was after nine at night when she finally left, carrying her backpack and clutching a stack of books as she headed home.

She wondered if Sweet Kitty was hungry.

“Sweet Kitty, Sweet Kitty… meow meow…” Jasmine Yale cheerfully called as she opened the door.

Usually, Sweet Kitty would have already run up to her clingily, sometimes even bringing her slippers, looking at her with a face eager to please.

But today was different. Where was her Sweet Kitty?

Where was Sweet Kitty?!

Jasmine Yale was astonished, bent down to change her shoes but still didn’t see Sweet Kitty.

But–

She was shocked to see a pair of men’s black leather shoes at the entrance.

Jasmine Yale was scared, and she hurriedly ran toward the bedroom on the carpet!

How could someone be in her house?

God, pushing the door open was a strong smell of alcohol, and there lay a drunk man on her small bed.

The man was just drunk, not asleep.

He was half-lying on her pillow, his tie tossed aside, the collar of his dark shirt partly undone revealing his collarbone and a segment of his attractive, tanned skin.

Poor Sweet Kitty was pressed in his arms, unable to move.

“Little one, why run? Am I that scary? Afraid I’ll eat you? Tell me, why are you so naughty?”

At first, Sylvan Cheney was just petting Sweet Kitty with one hand.

After a while, he picked up Sweet Kitty with both hands and pressed her against his chest.

Sweet Kitty was small and looked pitifully at him, unable to move.

Jasmine Yale was furious.

Whenever he got drunk, he did crazy things–climbing over walls, crawling through windows, prying doors.

Her bed, which she had just tidied, was now all crumpled because of him, and he had touched her Sweet Kitty.

“Little one, what’s your name? Little Jasy? Little Little Jasy?” Sylvan Cheney rubbed Sweet Kitty’s head and squinted at her.