Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 479

Chapter 479: Chapter 479: Standing Side by Side

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She couldn’t escape from under his watchful eyes.

The last time she had a narrow escape to Sinkapore, it was because he had to leave the country and Joe Heath had helped.

Now, she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to.

He really didn’t need to watch her like this.

“Let’s not talk about it.” Sylvan Cheney’s tone softened, “Let’s go, we’re almost at the suspension bridge.”

Sylvan Cheney led her step by step forward.

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Jasmine Yale looked up at the path ahead, the snowflakes dancing in the ceaseless gusts of cold wind.

All of this carried the distinctive flavor of Landon.

“Walk slowly, be careful not to slip.” Sylvan Cheney admonished continuously.

“Okay.”

Jasmine Yale walked very slowly, watching the swirling snowflakes and the beautiful mountain scenery.

All of this was like a subtly rendered ink painting, catching the viewer’s eye.

A snowflake landed on her face, it was cold, lively like a little elf.

She stretched out her hand, big flakes of white snow fell into her palm.

She laughed.

“It’s so beautiful.” Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but exclaim.

Sylvan Cheney grabbed her hand, “It’s cold outside, put your hands back.”

“It’s not cold, let me touch it.”

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“You’ll catch a cold.”

“You’re overreacting, I’m not cold, really, I’m not.” Jasmine Yale started to get excited.

Her mood suddenly became cheerful.

She slipped her hand out of Sylvan’s while he was distracted and started to run forward.

She wanted to play in the snow for a while.

The white snow fell on her hair, her face, her shoulders… She lightly flicked the snowflakes off the tree branches with her fingers.

Sylvan followed behind, not objecting, allowing her to play for a while.

Watching Jasmine frolicking in the snow, his eyes curved upward, gleaming with lights.

Jasmine found her coat too thick and cumbersome. She was going to take it off.

Sensing her intention, Sylvan approached and held her hand, “Don’t take it off.”

He moved the umbrella back over her head, sheltering her from the snow.

“It’s hot.” She looked up at him pleadingly.

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“No, we’re going to the suspension bridge, it’s cold outside.”

Sylvan adjusted her clothes for her and led the reluctant Jasmine, who kept looking back, away.

The glass-covered suspension bridge was a good place to enjoy the snowy scenery.

Sylvan folded his umbrella and led her, stepping forward.

“Jasy, grow your hair long.” He sighed, looking at her.

“Why?” She looked at him puzzled.

“You will look even more beautiful.” His hand gently stroked her hair.

That Jasmine would be his Jasmine. Now, she was too far from him.

Jasmine shook her head, “No, I like it this way.”

Sylvan felt helpless. But no matter what, she didn’t listen to him anymore.

The obedient and well-behaved Jasmine of the past was nowhere to be found. In those times, even when she got into a little trouble, she would behave well as long as he gave her a few words of reprimand.

There was no snow in the suspension bridge, and Jasmine walked step by step forward.

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Through the transparent glass, she could see the extreme beauty outside.

The snow was falling heavily, and the sky and earth seemed boundless.

She walked up the suspension bridge until she reached the top of the mountain.

She stood under a pine tree, looking down, taking in all the scenery.

The mountains were vast, and the snow was falling heavily.

The two of them, standing shoulder to shoulder, seemed like the only two people in the world.

“Mr. Cheney, you have good taste, this place is beautiful.” Jasmine Yale looked down the mountain.

“The best time my eyesight ever was, was fifteen years ago.” Sylvan Cheney suddenly curved his lips.

A clean, elegant, and gentle smile spread across his lips.

“Hmm?”

“When I met you.”

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