Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 2454: Chapter 2454: She Is My Heart, She Is My Life

In the dim doorway, Sylvan Cheney’s tall figure blocked most of the light. His chiseled face was profound and deep, with his jawline tensely set, and his gaze fixed steadily on Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale was trembling with anger, caught between urgency and fury.

Hitting Sylvan Cheney’s palm left her hand aching.

Her fists clenched tightly, her chest heaved with a surge of intense anger weighed heavily on her heart, suffocating her.

As their eyes locked, Jasmine Yale was filled with anger and frustration, while Sylvan Cheney was calm and silent.

Half of his face was red, but it wasn’t obvious because of the lighting.

Little Clementine was crying incessantly in the suite.

Jasmine Yale shot him a cold glance, pushed past him, and ran toward the suite!

Following Little Clementine’s voice, she raced in and immediately saw Little Clementine crying on the big bed in the bedroom.

There was heating in the suite, not cold, and Little Clementine was covered with a thick blanket, the stroller by the bedside.

Little Clementine’s face was flushed from crying.

Jasmine Yale quickly picked her up, gently soothing her: "Sweet Kitty, don’t cry, don’t cry, sweetheart, mama’s here, don’t be afraid..."

Smelling Jasmine Yale’s familiar scent, Little Clementine clung to Jasmine Yale’s embrace, holding tightly.

Jasmine Yale’s heart ached terribly.

Every time Little Clementine cried, her heart ached, no matter the reason.

Moreover, she knew that Little Clementine was scared of strangers.

"Good girl, Little Clementine, mama was late, mama’s taking you away now."

Little Clementine sobbed uncontrollably, Jasmine Yale didn’t even have time to wipe her tears.

As she was soothing Little Clementine, Sylvan Cheney walked over slowly, his tall shadow falling on the floor.

He stood before Jasmine Yale, his gaze on her daughter’s face.

Jasmine Yale didn’t look at him, wiping Little Clementine’s tears, tidying her clothes.

"She wasn’t crying when she first came." Sylvan Cheney was somewhat at a loss too.

"She’s wary of strangers, doesn’t like being with unfamiliar people," Jasmine Yale said coolly, expressionless, not even giving Sylvan Cheney a glance.

Sylvan Cheney slightly spread his arms, wanting to hold her daughter.

But Jasmine Yale turned away, avoiding him, not letting him touch.

Little Clementine was still crying, restless in Jasmine Yale’s arms, her face flushed.

"Is her name Little Clementine? What’s her real name?" Sylvan Cheney’s eyes had a slight gleam, though Jasmine Yale was holding Little Clementine, his gaze was fixed on her daughter’s face.

"What does it matter to you? Don’t call her by her name, she won’t like you calling it!"

"I didn’t know her name, so I just called her Little Jasmine. She seemed happy. When I held her, she cooperated well too."

"Children don’t show emotions. I can tell you she wasn’t happy, wouldn’t show expression, but she’s afraid of strangers! Sylvan Cheney, can you stop doing such despicable things? Do you know how scared I was when Little Clementine went missing? She’s my heart, my life. If she disappears, I cannot live!" Jasmine Yale stared at him intently, "So even if I beg you, don’t push it too far. You don’t understand a mother’s feelings."

"I came to Siesta Garden for business today and happened to see Aunt Santana and Little Clementine on the street. I wanted to see your daughter, so I asked my men..."

"Don’t make excuses for your despicable actions," Jasmine Yale interrupted him, her gaze piercing, "Despicable is despicable. If you secretly take Little Clementine away again, I’ll fight you to the death, not just with a slap."