Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 610: Chapter 610: Prepare for the Worst

A heart suddenly drops to the ground.

She closed her eyes in a daze and looked at Sylvan Cheney more carefully.

It was him, no doubt.

She was vaguely frightened, afraid she was dreaming again.

But now, he was still there, hale and hearty.

“Chale, you go play by yourself first.” Sylvan Cheney instructed Chale Cheney.

Chale Cheney understood instantly and nodded obediently.

His hand was still holding Jasmine Yale’s, pulling her towards Elder Cheney.

The next second, he placed Jasmine Yale’s white, delicate hand in Sylvan Cheney’s hand!

“Dad, I’m leaving Jasy with you.”

After he finished speaking, the little guy took a step forward and ran off dutifully.

And ran far, far away!

He wouldn’t peek, he promised, he wouldn’t peek!

Jasmine Yale shifted her hand awkwardly, trying to withdraw it.

But Sylvan Cheney held it tight, not allowing her to move.

Her hand was cool and cold, but his palm was warm and comforting.

Jasmine Yale still felt uneasy. She glanced at Sylvan Cheney awkwardly-

“Mr. Cheney.”

“Why is your hand so cold?”

Both spoke at the same time.

Jasmine Yale moved her lips, looked away: “Probably because it’s cold today.”

She tried to withdraw her hand again, but Sylvan Cheney wouldn’t let her.

“Didn’t take care of yourself properly these days? Hm?”

“I’ve been looking after myself just fine.” Jasmine Yale replied. “I’ve been eating and sleeping on time. I haven’t been staying up late, and I haven’t neglected my health.”

“Then why did you lose weight?” Sylvan Cheney’s dissatisfied gaze fixed on her.

It was only recently that he had coaxed her into putting on some weight. Now, it was all gone. Her chin had even become sharp.

“I didn’t lose weight, you’re mistaken,” Jasmine Yale eluded his gaze, “What happened to you?”

Her gaze fell on the wheelchair and his legs.

A strong heat was surging in her chest, like waves crashing on a shore, incessantly. A tingling spread throughout her body.

Sylvan Cheney, once a proud son of heaven, had now turned into this…he must be in great pain.

Jasmine Yale’s lips were trembling.

What exactly had happened? A severe car accident?

Her hand was gradually becoming colder and colder.

Sylvan Cheney’s face was somewhat grave, his deep eyes like a boundless, cold abyss.

“Car accident.” He only uttered two words.

“Because of Teagan Cheney?” Jasmine blurted out, feeling agitated.

“Yes.” Sylvan did not deny it. “He’s dead.”

“What about your grandfather?”

“He’s dead, too.”

The void echoes in the bamboo forest, pounding and crashing at Jasmine’s heart, causing shock and astonishment.

She had met Teagan Cheney and also Spencer Childe.

Was this accident well-planned?

But she never expected that Sylvan Cheney could survive such a tragedy.

Perhaps this was a small blessing in the great misfortune.

Sylvan Cheney looked up and reached out a hand, his tone imposing, “Let me touch.”

Jasmine Yale was taken aback. Hearing his words, her face flushed and paled in turns.

She kept her head high, refusing.

“Disobedient.” Sylvan sighed in resignation.

Resigned, yet helpless towards her.

“What did the doctor say?” Jasmine Yale asked.

“Nothing more than to prepare for the worst.” Sylvan said calmly.

The worst preparation… Jasmine Yale realized it instantly.

The worst scenario, wasn’t it a lifetime in a wheelchair?

Jasmine Yale’s nose twitched suddenly. She thought of the previous Sylvan Cheney.

He was as impressive as a god.

For a proud man like him, such news was nothing short of a fatal blow!

If it weren’t for Little Chale, he might not have been willing to bear such humiliation.