Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1082 - Chapter 1082 Chapter 1082 My Husband is an Old Man

Chapter 1082: Chapter 1082: My Husband is an Old Man Chapter 1082: Chapter 1082: My Husband is an Old Man Jasmine Yale almost thought she was going to lose her eyes.

That punch was aimed right at her eyes!

She was so frightened that she stepped back and turned her head away.

A few dozen seconds later, she felt nothing, but she heard a “crack” and Linnie Elwin’s wail from beside her.

Jasmine Yale opened her eyes and was startled–how did he get here?

She counted the days; it had been a while since his last visit, about half a month?

Sylvan Cheney grabbed Linnie Elwin’s wrist and snapped it with a crack.

“Help, help…”

Linnie Elwin screamed, terrified, her face pale as paper, eyes filled with fear and dread.

The other two girls jumped aside, frightened for their own safety, none daring to help.

Sylvan Cheney broke her wrist, snatched the love letter from her hand, and coldly said, “Scram.”

With her wrist broken, Linnie Elwin, who had never seen such a fierce and menacing man, panicked and scurried off.

The two girls who came with her didn’t dare to breathe and ran off with Linnie Elwin.

Jasmine Yale, with her backpack on, gently stroked the strap: “How did you get here?”

“I’ve been waiting outside the classroom for you to finish school.”

Sylvan Cheney’s expression returned to normal, shedding the earlier severity and fierceness.

A soft layer covered his eyes again.

Jasmine Yale noticed he was only wearing a thin gray-black sweater: “Aren’t you cold? It’s evening now, and it’s not warm.”

Sylvan Cheney hooked the corner of his lips and pulled her into his embrace, pressing down on her head.

“This way, I’m not cold.”

Jasmine Yale, caught by the sudden force, fell into his arms and inhaled the familiar scent again.

He pressed down on her head, holding her tightly.

Sylvan Cheney’s long eyelashes slightly fluttered before he finally sighed.

“I didn’t start the fight with the classmates; she provoked me,” Jasmine Yale habitually explained to prevent him from thinking she’d become unruly abroad.

She had always had to explain whenever he found out that she had argued with classmates in the past.

If it wasn’t serious, he usually didn’t interfere.

If it was serious, he would intervene.

“You only dare to argue with me,” Sylvan Cheney moved his lips slightly.

He knew her temperament, clear as day.

“She was spreading rumors, and I couldn’t just ignore it. It’s like trouble just falls out of the sky,” Jasmine mumbled.

Such an incident was something she hadn’t expected.

Linnie Elwin was too good at stirring up trouble, which also indirectly showed that a woman’s jealousy could be strong.

Jasmine Yale lifted her head from his embrace and rubbed her waist: “Later, we’ll need to stop by the pharmacy to get some plaster; it hurts.”

“I can’t disassociate myself from this… I’ll help you settle it,” Sylvan Cheney spoke softly.

“It’s got nothing to do with you. They were the ones looking for trouble, making up stories. Who knows if her father really works in the police department? If he did, the information wouldn’t be fake.”

Married? Jasmine thought it was laughable.

“I know.”

“What do you know? They also said I was a child bride, raised from a young age by someone else’s family, married to an old man. Do you understand what a child bride means?”

Jasmine spoke more and more aggrievedly–was this not a curse?

She was not a child bride; how could she marry an old man.

Sylvan Cheney: “…”

“Forget it, let’s not fuss over it,” Jasmine, feeling slightly wronged, said, “I’m off to my part-time job now, let’s pretend today never happened.”

Sylvan Cheney held the love letter in his hand, his gaze shifting slightly, resting on her face.

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