Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1083 - Chapter 1083 Chapter 1083 Their Shadows Fall on the Ground

Chapter 1083: Chapter 1083: Their Shadows Fall on the Ground Chapter 1083: Chapter 1083: Their Shadows Fall on the Ground That gaze carried a playful intent, mixed with sharpness and astuteness.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t let her go, holding her close in his embrace.

He opened the love letter in front of her.

Jasmine Yale’s face shifted slightly, “I don’t know this Jerm Zaila; I only know he’s my classmate, but as you know, we don’t interact much in class.”

“Oh,” Sylvan Cheney opened the love letter.

The paper was exquisitely made, a light yellow, and as soon as it was opened, a faint lavender fragrance wafted out.

Jasmine shifted uncomfortably, “If you like it, you can have it.”

Sylvan Cheney: “…”

His long fingers unfolded the letter, his handsome brows slightly furrowed: “Dear Ms. Jasmine Yale, it’s my fortune to be classmates with you and to study and learn together…”

“Stop reading, give it back to me!”

Jasmine sprang up like a flustered rabbit from his embrace, reaching to snatch the love letter.

“Sun for morning, moon for evening, you are my dawn and dusk… Ever since I met you, I’ve thought of you day and night.”

Sylvan was tall, and Jasmine couldn’t reach it even when she jumped.

“Give it back to me, stop reading, I’m getting angry,” Jasmine said frustratedly, scratching his chest through his sweater with her claws.

Only then did Sylvan fold up the letter, stopping his reading.

As he tucked the paper back into the envelope, he mentioned nonchalantly, “The writing isn’t bad, just the handwriting is a bit ugly.”

He returned the love letter to Jasmine with an expressionless face.

Jasmine took it quickly and stuffed the letter into her backpack.

She had no desire to look at it; she was somewhat upset since Sylvan had read it out loud.

It used to be like this before; she would find him reading her love letters.

Back then, he would get very, very angry.

But receiving love letters wasn’t her fault, so why should he have been so irate?

She didn’t understand and would talk back to him, which would… only make him angrier, madder.

Now, he had mellowed a lot, probably because he was older and wouldn’t quarrel with her over such matters.

“Do you like this kind of thing?” Sylvan’s voice was flat, his face calm and composed.

“No, for me, it’s just a nuisance,” she replied.

“Oh, I thought you liked them. If you did, I could write you one every day,” he said indifferently.

Sylvan’s expression remained casual.

Jasmine was taken aback, huffed coldly, and walked away.

Sylvan Cheney’s love letter?

Had he ever written a love letter to anyone?

Probably not; from childhood to adulthood, it was always the girls chasing him.

Jasmine walked out of the classroom, and Sylvan followed her.

The campus lane was covered with a thick layer of dead leaves, a mix of blue and yellow, very picturesque.

As Jasmine’s boots stepped on them, the leaves crackled.

The lane was deserted in the evening, she walked by the path, and he walked beside her.

Abroad, not many people knew him, and even appearing in public so slowly and openly, there was no worry about being recognized.

The sunset draped a sheer golden hue on the leaves, adding to their beauty.

Jasmine quite liked this path; there were few people, and she could just keep walking…

Sylvan had his hands in his pants pockets, walking beside her.

The golden twilight fell on his gray-black sweater and made him seem less cold and stern than usual, instead he appeared more gentle.

She walked very close to him, could distinctly smell the faint agarwood fragrance on him, deeply familiar.

Their shadows fell on the ground, intertwining with the leaves.

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