Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 985 - Chapter 985 Chapter 985 He Will Not Regret the Rest of His

Chapter 985: Chapter 985: He Will Not Regret the Rest of His Life Chapter 985: Chapter 985: He Will Not Regret the Rest of His Life Her floral dress lay spread across the ground, like a blossoming flower.

She sat there quietly.

The white wall was bare, yet in her eyes, all the memories of these years kept emerging on it.

There was her mother’s smiling face, Sylvan Cheney’s figure, and also Little Chale’s features…

Everything was so intricately complex, each blade of grass and twig was full of emotion.

Sunlight poured in from the large windows, landing on her face, her body, coating her fair complexion with a layer of light gold.

The truth was suffocating her.

She had never imagined that her casual search would unravel such a tangled web of grievances and grudges.

What had to come, would always come, what had to be repaid, would be repaid.

Fate always liked to play such jokes.

She knew Sylvan must have regretted, regretted meeting her fifteen years ago, regretted bringing her home, regretted learning the truth so late.

Regretted being so kind to the enemy’s child, regretted not having ended her life with a single shot back then.

Fortunately, he would have no regrets for the rest of his life.

He had spared her life, and she would disappear from his sight forever, never to reappear, never to disturb his happiness.

That was all she could do.

On the ground were the pieces of the black and white photo, Jasmine Yale bent her head and picked them up with both hands.

She slowly pieced the photo together on the ground.

It turns out…this man was indeed her biological father.

She hadn’t even had the chance to meet him once.

All these years, her mother must have missed him dearly.

Jasmine Yale clutched the photo, her heart shattered like the picture, impossible to mend.

The feeling of near-collapse permeated her body, the belated truth was so brutally bloody.

The unexpected answers were always shocking.

Jasmine Yale’s hair draped down as she lowered her head, silently fitting the pieces of the photo together in her hands.

At this moment, she suddenly felt grateful that the baby from back then was gone.

If the baby had still been alive, how would Sylvan face that child?

Having a child with the enemy’s granddaughter?

After all… how many can bear the agonizing pain of a family massacre?

Charles McIntosh’s father had also perished in that incident.

She didn’t know how Sylvan would feel when he recalled their time together, whether it would be disgust or hatred?

She thought, mostly, it would be regret…

She couldn’t guess his inner thoughts, he always hid himself well, keeping her from seeing anything.

Jasmine Yale gathered the pieces of the photo, pushing herself up against the wall to stand.

Her floral dress was wrinkled and in disarray, her complexion as pale as paper.

Looking up and staring out the window, beneath the scorching sunlight, she saw a black Rolls-Royce driving out of the campus.

The car flashed by and quickly disappeared.

She knew that was Sylvan’s car.

“Goodbye,” Jasmine Yale murmured softly as she walked to the window, her eyes misty as she looked out.

Goodbye, never to be seen again.

The gulf between her and him was insurmountable.

Her hand rested on the cool, transparent glass, feeling a watery temperature spreading across her palm.

As a child, her favorite silly activity was to press her face to the window glass, foolishly observing her own reflection.

It was so much fun.

Later, when Sylvan teased her by calling her “little silly,” she stopped doing it.

She wasn’t a little silly, nor did she want to be one.

If she were a little silly, then he wouldn’t like her.

He definitely preferred smart little girls.

A sheet of transparent glass, separating two worlds.

She was on this side of the glass, and he was on that side.

Clearly visible, yet forever out of reach…

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