Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 984 - Chapter 984 Chapter 984 You Let Me Live Fifteen More Years in

Chapter 984: Chapter 984: You Let Me Live Fifteen More Years in the World Chapter 984: Chapter 984: You Let Me Live Fifteen More Years in the World How wonderful is summer, with all things lush and everywhere a scene of peace.

Cicadas sing amidst the greenery, brimming with boundless vitality.

She wished so much to be like before, barefoot, stepping on the fluffy carpet.

Lying by the window, gazing at the lush tree shade outside.

Waiting for him to return.

Alas, time cannot be turned back, years do not reverse.

“Mr. Cheney, you wouldn’t let your mother down in her resting place, would you?” Jasmine Yale looked at him with moist, sparkling eyes, a layer of white mist in her gaze, “My life was originally picked up by you. If it weren’t for you, I would have starved at the age of eight. You let me live an additional fifteen years in this world, and those fifteen years have been very happy for me, without too many troubles.”

“Especially the twelve years in the Cheney Residence, I really cherish them. You were so kind to me, indebted to me like a mountain, without you I couldn’t taste so many of life’s joys. The lollipop you gave me was apple-flavored, I remember…”

“Mr. Cheney, if you want my life, I won’t resist, for it’s always been yours anyway. I can never repay the benevolence of twelve years…”

“Thank you for accompanying me all these years…”

Jasmine Yale whispered softly, her voice shallow and hoarse, tinged with choking and blandness.

Light as a feather, like a snowflake landing on the lake water, disappearing in an instant.

If Sylvan Cheney wanted her life, she had no complaints.

If this hatred had to finally end, perhaps she was the endpoint.

With her death, everything would be unravelled.

Jasmine Yale’s large eyes were hollow and listless, lifeless, with pupils unfocused.

Moist strands of hair clung to her cheeks, making her look like a lifeless rag doll.

The sunlight outside fell on the conference room floor, giving it a shimmering luster.

Sylvan Cheney stood before her, still looking as he used to, tall and slender, handsome as a pine tree, with deep and refined features, his gaze dark and restrained.

He looked down at her from a height, his eyes filled with indescribable meaning.

For a long time, he didn’t say a word.

Jasmine knelt on the ground, as helpless as a child.

Just like fifteen years ago, frightened and apprehensive.

“Weren’t you supposed to go to UT? Go if you want to go!” Sylvan’s low and slow voice finally broke the silence.

“Mr. Cheney… do you hate me?” Jasmine looked up, at the towering figure above her.

Sylvan coldly curled his lips up at the corner, the expression indistinct and unreadable.

He did not respond to any more of Jasmine’s questions.

Jasmine knew he was desperate, and so was she.

An eye for an eye, he had taken her father and brother’s lives; it seemed not unjust, yet she… could not accept it.

The blood debt was too obscure, too heavy.

She and Sylvan, they could never intersect again.

This time, it was goodbye forever.

Sylvan looked down once more at her on the ground, their eyes meeting, so much depth and nuance, too complex to articulate, too profound to clarify.

After a long moment.

Sylvan turned his head and strode out of the conference room.

The door “creaked” open, and after a while, the conference room was once again engulfed in silence.

When the door was opened, Jasmine saw Charles Mcintosh waiting at the entrance.

As Sylvan left, Charles followed him out.

The conference room door closed automatically once again, empty, leaving only Jasmine alone.

The sunlight was still that sunlight, the table was still that table, but Jasmine’s face was covered in despair and helplessness.

She slumped to the cold ground, hugging her knees.

Her weary gaze fell on the empty white wall ahead.

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