Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 477

Chapter 477: Chapter 477: The Same Time Next Year

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Accompanying her like this made her seem too willful.

She quickly suggested, “Our home is quite far, we should drive.”

With the wind howling outside, Sylvan Cheney agreed feeling it was cold, “Let’s head towards the silk tree ahead.”

“Alright,” Jasmine Yale immediately agreed.

The distance was neither great nor small.

Back then, Jasmine wished the road would have no end.

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She stayed by his side, and he held her waist.

Everything was simple, yet her heart was throbbing, the young girl’s heart silently blooming.

She really loved that peaceful stability, on snowy nights, him holding an umbrella, her leaning on him.

…

Seeing her lost in thought, Sylvan Cheney knew she was reminiscing.

“Jasy, you were more obedient back then than you are now,” Sylvan’s lips curved into a smile.

“I was young, and knew nothing back then,” Jasmine Yale said, “Don’t take it to heart if I did anything wrong.”

“With me around, you can afford to forever be naive.”

Being too understanding isn’t always a good thing.

Only a willful, crying child will get a candy, and he, he was willing to let her act coquettishly.

He indulged her, gave her all the privilege.

Only for her.

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Jasmine Yale again fell silent.

She too wanted to be carefree.

They chit-chatted intermittently, the atmosphere was cold, colder than the weather outside.

Most of the time, it was Sylvan Cheney doing the talking.

Sylvan Cheney was never a person who could keep up a conversation.

Those twelve years, she never stopped talking, and he just listened.

Some things have changed.

These changes irritated Sylvan Cheney.

“Jasy, Landon has snow every year, this time next year, I’ll bring you to Maple Mountain again,” Sylvan Cheney said.

Jasmine Yale was in a daze.

Next year?

Every year flowers look the same, people change year by year.

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Next year… she might not be by his side anymore.

Unwilling?” He looked over at her.

“Alright,” she agreed.

The most worthless thing in this world… might just be promises, this word “alright”, she might not be able to live up to it.

Hearing her agree, Sylvan Cheney was very content, a certain gleam in his eyes.

Sylvan Cheney freed a hand, softly touching her head, “You didn’t sleep well last night, right? Why don’t you take a nap, I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”

“I didn’t sleep very well,” Jasmine Yale admitted with a smile.

Sylvan Cheney kept holding her, pressing against her, causing her arm to still feel sore.

“Sleep, ok?”

Jasmine Yale nodded, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

Sylvan Cheney’s car steadily advanced, though the snow was thick, it was a smooth journey onward.

The snow scenery on the road was very beautiful, like an ink wash painting, simple yet rhythmic.

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By the time they reached Maple Mountain, it was already past ten in the morning.

Maple Mountain wasn’t high, it got its name because maple trees filled the mountain.

This place was beautiful all year round, especially in autumn.

The car came to a stop.

Jasmine Yale was still asleep, her head resting, in a daze.

The temperature inside the car made her cheeks flush.

Sylvan Cheney reached out, long fingers gently tracing her face, he leaned over, and kissed her delicate lips.

Jasmine Yale was awakened by the kiss, slightly startled.

“Are we there?”

“Hmm.”

A certain person casually moved away from her lips, acting as if nothing had happened.

“Is it very cold outside? I can’t bear the cold,” Jasmine Yale blinked.

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She glanced outside the window, this glimmering world, was so beautiful.

An expanse of ice and snow everywhere.

“No,” Sylvan Cheney wrapped her with the coat he had prepared earlier.