Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 987 - Chapter 987 Chapter 987 Mr. Cheney Please Take Me In

Chapter 987: Chapter 987: Mr. Cheney, Please Take Me In Chapter 987: Chapter 987: Mr. Cheney, Please Take Me In Her small body curled up in the blanket, trembling continuously.

Her hands covered her ears, fearful of hearing the constant thunder.

At those times, she would timidly cry out, “Let’s sleep together.”

Young and innocent, she didn’t understand what “sleeping together” meant.

It simply meant being embraced by her mother.

It was only then that Sylvan Cheney would sleep in the same bed with her, coaxing her to sleep.

Strangely, as soon as he lay down, all her fears would vanish.

If they were not close, she would constantly scoot towards him.

He would dodge, she would scoot.

Until there was no place left for him to dodge, she would chuckle “hehe” and burrow into his arms.

At the age of eight or nine, she didn’t overthink, simply enjoying his embrace and his scent.

As she grew older, Sylvan Cheney no longer slept in the same bed with her.

One stormy summer day at the age of sixteen, another thunderous day.

Wearing a loose pink nightgown, she rubbed her eyes and ran to his door, “Mr. Cheney, please take me in.”

Her nightgown sported a little white rabbit, pure white, with upright ears, utterly adorable.

Standing barefoot at the door, her ankles were pale, and her calves slender.

Her black hair fell, resting on her shoulders.

She clutched the door, looking pitifully at Sylvan Cheney.

“Hmm?” Sylvan Cheney lifted his head from the magazine, his gaze falling on her.

For the first time, she saw a burning trace and an unspoken depth in his eyes, his throat moved.

For the first time, he did not speak immediately, he hesitated.

Jasmine Yale shuffled her feet nervously, raising her voice, “It’s thundering.”

“Oh.” Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, ignoring her.

It was the first time he said nothing and did nothing, just ignored her.

“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?” Jasmine didn’t understand, she directly ran into his bedroom, settled on his bed like Little Tyrant, and patted the pillow, “Your bed is mine.”

Sylvan Cheney lifted his head again, said indifferently, “Who says it’s yours.”

“Isn’t it? Whose is it then…” Jasmine pouted unhappily.

“Get out,” he said, looking at her, his lips moving.

Jasmine thought she had heard wrong, her eyes widened in disbelief!

Was he telling her to leave?

He had never told her to leave before!

Although she was older now, and not afraid of thunder, she still had a bit of fear when she slept alone!

But he was being so harsh, driving her away?

“I’m not going out, how could you bear to drive me away?” she hugged his pillow, burying her little head in it.

“Jasmine Yale, aren’t you listening to me anymore? Huh?”

“Why are you being so harsh, you weren’t like this before.”

“From now on, don’t run to my room again, did you hear?”

“Why, though.” Jasmine’s tears circled in her eyes, staring at him incredulously.

“What do you mean why, you’re so grown up, still afraid of thunder? Get out.” he began to shoo her away.

Sylvan Cheney snatched the pillow from her hands, truly ruthlessly driving her out.

Jasmine absolutely refused to leave, clinging to the bedroom door.

“Why are you driving me away, I’m scared…” She clung obstinately, tears swirling, “You weren’t like this before, you’ve changed, you can’t be like this.”

“What have I changed, from now on you’re not to run to my room!”

He pried her fingers loose and forcefully threw her out.

With a “bang”, he shut the door!

Jasmine felt extremely aggrieved, had he really locked her out?

Was he in a bad mood today?