Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 598

Chapter 598: Chapter 598: Mr. Cheney, when did you come in?

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The eighth day of Lunar New Year.

Jasmine Yale was organizing her materials at home, getting ready for work the next day.

Early in the morning, she had sent Chale Cheney to his piano teacher for lessons.

The little guy was more and more reluctant to return to the Cheney Residence, constantly clinging to her.

Jasmine also didn’t want to send him back. Though life with her was a bit tough, and her cooking wasn’t that great, it was still better than returning to the Cheney Residence and facing Yolanda Fern and Chris Fern.

The incident during the New Year was still weighing on her mind.

She still hadn’t figured out when to talk to the little one about Sylvan Cheney. She couldn’t keep it a secret from him forever.

Jasmine Yale sat in front of the computer, brewing a cup of coffee.

Sometimes, when staring at the computer screen, she would zone out.

Suddenly, she thought of the last New Year she spent with Sylvan Cheney.

That year, the snow was heavy.

As a novice university student, she usually stayed on campus, returning to the Cheney Residence only on weekends.

During the New Year period, it was the longest time she spent with him.

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She was not busy, he was not busy.

Such a rare leisurely time.

At these moments, she didn’t want to go anywhere else, only wanted to stay at home, because he was there.

On that day, it was also the eighth day of Lunar New Year.

She was packing at home, as she had to return to university in a couple of days.

Jasmine Yale knelt in her bedroom, murmuring under her breath, “Coat, scarf, snacks… What else…”

She was bent over packing her things, not noticing his entry.

The handsome, tall man leaned against the doorway, his slender figure covered with an aura of coldness and nobility.

His shadow was cast on the floor, and he watched her for a long time from the doorway.

Her hands were ceaselessly packing things, and his gaze followed the movements of her fingers.

After quite some time, she rose and turned around, only then did she see him.

Jasmine Yale smiled, “Mr. Cheney, when did you come in?”

It was rare for him to enter her bedroom.

As she got older, he was even more careful to avoid any semblance of impropriety.

“Which day are you leaving?” His deep, profound gaze fell on her pale face.

“The day after, the tenth day. Originally, school starts on the fourteenth, but the student council is organizing a ‘spread warmth’ activity, and as the vice president, I thought I’d go along with the president,” she explained.

Since her confession of love was rejected at the age of eighteen, she rarely revealed her feelings in front of him anymore.

Because of the confession, it was still a bit awkward for her to be alone with him.

Even though he didn’t bring up the matter anymore, she was still somewhat uneasy.

After all, a girl’s skin, in the end, is somewhat thinner.

“Is it absolutely necessary for you to participate in this activity?” Sylvan Cheney frowned.

“Not really, it’s just that the others were all busy, and their homes are far away – many of them only get to spend time with their parents over the New Year. Since I’m nearby and have nothing else to do, I offered my help.”

“You seem in a hurry to go.”

Jasmine Yale awkwardly chuckled, “The event is on the tenth day, and I’ve made a promise to the president.”

“Is your study schedule tight?”

Jasmine Yale shook her head, “It’s not as tight as high school, and the exams are relatively simple.”

“Participate less in pointless activities. Instead of spending time on them, learn something more.”

Being reprimanded by him, Jasmine Yale felt slightly displeased, and retorted—

“My grades are pretty good, and participating in activities is just to build good relationships with my peers. I’m also working a few part-time jobs, so you don’t have to worry.”

Saying that, she bent down and continued packing.

“Is the allowance I’m giving you not enough? Hmm?”

A few part-time jobs?

“No,” Jasmine Yale spoke defiantly, “I just don’t want to use your money.”

Going to university wasn’t the same as high school, there were more expenses, and she didn’t want to continue using his money.

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