Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 983 - Chapter 983 Chapter 983 Is it you... who killed him

Chapter 983: Chapter 983: Is it you… who killed him? Chapter 983: Chapter 983: Is it you… who killed him? Jasmine Yale never imagined it would be like this.

She never imagined it at all.

“Jasmine Yale, does it feel gratifying to listen? Quite thrilling, isn’t it? Yes, I find it thrilling too, casually picking up a girl from the street and bringing her home, who turns out to be the granddaughter of the Ximenez family,” Sylvan Cheney said coldly.

“Do you regret… raising your enemy’s granddaughter all these years…”

She dared not lift her head to look at him, crying so hard that her shoulders shook.

Jasmine Yale knew he must deeply regret it.

Over the years, he had treated her so well, providing everything she needed.

If he had known earlier that she was the enemy’s granddaughter, he would have surely killed her in an instant instead of raising her.

The Ximenez family eradicated his whole family; how could he possibly harbor the descendants of his enemy?

Sylvan Cheney didn’t say a word, his eyes filled with red veins, dim and lusterless.

His heart was clenched so tightly that it strangled his breath.

Fate and destiny are such coincidences.

“Jasmine Yale, do you know what my mother’s last words were?”

Jasmine Yale simply shook her head, not daring to look at him.

Helpless, desperate.

“To pursue and kill every member of the Ximenez family, leaving none behind,” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently, “Fair, isn’t it?”

Jasmine Yale stepped back in fear, hearing murderous intent in his voice.

Like a knife, it gouged at her heart.

Her hair was dampened with tears, and her eyes reflected fear and unrest.

“My father… did you… kill him?” Jasmine Yale looked up incredulously, frightened.

Sylvan Cheney met Jasmine Yale’s tear-reddened eyes, swallowing hard.

“He’s dead,” Sylvan Cheney said with unusual coldness.

“I also had a brother. Did you kill him too?”

“Jasmine Yale, didn’t you say you didn’t want to hear anymore? So, do you want me to continue?”

“When did you find out that my last name should be Ximenez?” Jasmine Yale wanted to die understanding.

“Last year.”

Ha… At this moment, she didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

If it were when she was eight years old, she wouldn’t have lived this long.

But if it was last year, he must have deeply regretted it, regretted taking her home, raising her, doting on her.

Even as a teenager, when she was oblivious and took advantage of her closeness to him to lose her temper,

He must have regretted the words he once said: “I will stand by her side all her life.”

But then, promises are worthless anyway.

Where can they stand against a deep-seated vendetta?

“Mr. Cheney, my life… do you still want it…” Jasmine Yale looked at him, “Kill me, and there will be no one left from the Ximenez family… You can exact revenge for your family… and also fulfill your mother’s last wish.”

Her voice was very soft, like a filament, drifting in the air.

Sylvan Cheney’s lips curled into a cold and mocking curve.

He didn’t speak for a long time.

The air returned to silence and tranquility.

Jasmine Yale did not dare to speak, remaining silent.

She didn’t know what was on Sylvan Cheney’s mind, but her mood at this moment was very heavy.

She had never imagined it would end this way.

The Ximenez family had wiped out the Cheney family, and now Sylvan Cheney had also killed the Ximenez family.

An eye for an eye, it seems fair.

But she and Sylvan Cheney… can never be like before, neither can return to the past.

Would it be better if fate could be reversed once more, to become strangers…

Unfortunately, they had known each other for fifteen years, experiencing love, hate, passion, and all that lies in between.

Outside the window, the sunlight was really nice, dazzling and bright.

The summer wind was good too, gently clearing the haze, leaving strands of green memories.

There originally is no Bodhi tree, nor a mirror to stand.

There is nothing from the start; where can the dust alight?

(As requested by the website, the book title has been changed from “999 Times Provoking Fire: Mr. Cheney, Bad!” to “999 Sweet Kisses: Mr. Cheney, Hold!”, authored under the pen name “Luo Yi Du Xue,” just for your information.)