Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 486

Chapter 486: Chapter 486: How Do I Usually Teach You?

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She understood now why Muse Sutton had been so relentless in her affection for him.

At half past eight in the evening, Haynes Seasons stood up.

“Miss Yale, I’ve taken up quite a bit of your time. It’s getting late, shall I drive you home?” Haynes Seasons glanced at his watch.

“I can just take a taxi home myself, Mr. Seasons. Actually, it’s me who’s held you up,” she replied.

“You’re too polite, Miss Yale.”

Jasmine Yale was still determined to catch a taxi home herself.

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Helpless, Haynes Seasons walked her to her taxi.

After spending the evening chatting with Haynes Seasons, Jasmine Yale felt that her decision had not changed.

That decision, it seemed, nothing could possibly shake.

When she got home, Jasmine finished her work, took a shower, and dried her hair.

She packed up the scarf she had knitted, planning to mail it out the following day.

Only when everything was done did she sit down on her living room couch to watch television.

As it turned out, Christmas was approaching.

No wonder she had seen the square decorated with Christmas trees and Santas, along with strings of colorful lights when she was getting off work today.

The scarf she knitted could be Little Chale Cheney’s Christmas present, she surmised.

Although whatever his father bought for him was bound to be many times more expensive than what she could afford, this was her last token of concern.

Ah, Christmas…

She too, had always wanted to receive gifts since she was young.

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Her first Christmas gift was, ironically, thrown out by Sylvan Cheney.

When she was sixteen, she received a Christmas gift from a classmate.

The boy was the sports captain in her class, studious, tall, handsome, and the crush of many girls.

After school, he secretly slipped her a Christmas present – an apple and a cloth doll.

The boy didn’t say anything and simply thrust the gift into her arms and left.

This was the first Christmas present she had ever received, and she was thrilled!

She thought it was just a normal Christmas gift and didn’t think much about it.

When her driver came to pick her up, she returned home cheerfully hugging the stuffed doll.

The doll was half her height, which made it fun to hug.

To her surprise, Sylvan Cheney was sitting on the living room couch.

Waiting for her.

She froze, puzzled, “Mr. Cheney, didn’t you go on a business trip?”

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“Can’t I come back? Huh?”

He stared at her and the gift she was holding in her hand, his tone slightly icier than usual.

“I…I didn’t mean it that way…” Jasmine Yale was visibly uncomfortable.

This was his house, of course she didn’t mean it that way.

Clutching the doll, she felt a bit lost at what to do.

She could feel his piercing gaze fixed on her.

“Who gave this to you?”

Jasmine Yale clung tightly to the doll, steeled herself, and replied, “A classmate of mine.”

“Oh? Classmate? Boy or girl?”

“A boy.”

“What have I told you? Did my words go in one ear and out the other?”

Sylvan Cheney suddenly stood up and walked over to her.

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He stared her down.

His eyes were cold.

Jasmine Yale was frightened by his reaction. Her hand began to tremble a bit.

“It’s not what you think…” With her head lowered, she looked like a little girl being scolded by her parents. Her voice had also reduced to a mere whisper, “I’m not dating, it’s just a Christmas gift.”

“A boy gave you a Christmas gift? And you accepted? What have I been teaching you all this time?”

“It’s really not like what you’re thinking! Why do you always think the worst of people!”

Jasmine Yale was nearly in tears from his reprimand. She didn’t dare lift her head.

It was all a huge misunderstanding. Why was he yelling at her!

“Would a boy give you a gift out of the blue?”

“He said he also gave gifts to his other good friends.”

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