Fated love: the unwanted bride

After the nurse left, Jasmine Yale started bustling around in the small kitchen.

The small kitchen didn’t have much to offer, so Jasmine made a bowl of egg noodles for Sylvan Cheney.

"Make do and eat a little, after you’re done I’ll apply medicine for you," Jasmine said, "Who has been applying medicine for you these past few days?"

"Myself."

"Hm?" Jasmine was surprised, "You can do it yourself? What about the places you can’t reach?"

"If I can’t reach them, then I won’t apply it. Why do you have so much to say?"

"..." Jasmine pouted, "So irritating."

Jasmine didn’t eat much, she served herself a small bowl of noodles.

The two sat at the table, eating together.

The steamy heat and aroma masked the smell of medicine in the room, sunlight spilled in, even the table was bathed in gentle rays.

Beneath the white steam, Sylvan Cheney’s sharp features were softened by a gentle glow.

Sylvan Cheney picked up the poached egg in his bowl and passed it to her.

"You’re the patient, you should eat it," Jasmine refused to take it.

"Just looking at it is unappetizing."

"..." Jasmine rolled her eyes at him, ultimately eating it herself.

Jasmine knew he didn’t really like noodles, even back at the Cheney Residence he didn’t eat much, but now, he seemed hungry, lowering his head to enjoy the meal. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The two sat very close.

So close... Jasmine could see his fluttering long eyelashes, those brows and eyes, exactly like Chale Cheney’s.

She thought about how the baby inside her must look a lot like him too.

Thinking about this, Jasmine smiled slightly, "I made breakfast for you, you said you’d tell our baby stories."

"Hm." Sylvan almost forgot about that.

While Sylvan was eating noodles, Jasmine noticed bruises on his arm, quite severe. She raised her hand to lightly touch the injury, "Does it hurt?"

Sylvan instantly frowned tightly.

"Yukon said you didn’t fight back, why didn’t you?" Jasmine sighed.

"If I had fought back, we both would have been hurt, who would you feel sorry for?"

"Why are you asking such silly questions again? If my mom and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save?"

"..." Sylvan glanced at her, "So in your eyes, I’m as important as Yukon Carbon?"

"Always nitpicking," Jasmine didn’t bother answering such childish questions, "How are the noodles?"

"Just okay, your skills are lacking, barely edible."

"Once you’re better, cook for me, it’s been such a long time since I had your cooking," Jasmine reminisced, her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

"Hm?" Sylvan frowned.

Realizing she misspoke, Jasmine quickly said, "I just think your cooking should be good."

"Definitely better than yours."

Jasmine chuckled, said nothing more, and continued eating her noodles.

Sunlight fell on her profile, her gentle face appeared more tender and serene like the springtime hawthorn.

Sometimes, she felt quite moved that he... had forgotten her.

Eighteen years of shared memories, when they lived together at the Cheney Residence, how wonderful those days were...

Every time he was on a business trip and returning home, she would wait for him in the living room.

When she had trouble with her homework, she’d rush down to ask him.

Although he often scolded her and occasionally made her cry, most of the time, he was so kind to her.

If she fell asleep by accident on the sofa, he would carry her back to her room and tuck her in.

Looking back now, it’s all like flowers in the mirror, the moon reflected in water.

A dreamy haze, a fleeting dream.