Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 487

Chapter 487: Chapter 487 You drive me away

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Jasmine Yale genuinely thought he was being unreasonable.

She also wanted to have friends, she also wanted to have good relationships with her friends.

Jasmine Yale clutched the doll tightly.

Seeing her like this made Sylvan Cheney extremely angry.

With a forceful yank, he pulled the plush doll and the apple that she was holding.

“What are you doing!” Enraged, Jasmine reached out to snatch them back!

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But before she could, everything was tossed into the trash bin by Sylvan!

His face was somber, extremely so.

“What’s wrong with you? This was a gift from my friend. Why did you throw it away? It’s Christmas today; what gives you the right to toss my present away!”

Jasmine Yale started crying.

It was Christmas, she was supposed to be happy.

Without uttering a word, Sylvan Cheney had simply thrown all her gifts away.

On what grounds did he do that? What gives him such audacity!

Ever since she turned fifteen, this man had turned unreasonably temperamental.

He wouldn’t let her have relationships, or be close friends with boys, and he certainly wouldn’t allow her to visit boys’ homes.

He imposed all these restrictions, and she complied.

But he still wasn’t satisfied, he even went on to throw her gifts away!

The first Christmas gift she had ever received in her life was thrown away just like that.

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Her eyes turned red and the tears began to trickle down.

With teardrops staining her cheeks, she sent him an angry glare.

“What’s the matter, feeling wronged? If you truly have nothing to do with that boy, why are you so upset?” Sylvan looked at her disdainfully.

He continued to watch her, calmly and coldly.

Watching her cry.

“Why are you being so unreasonable! Even if there is something going on between him and me, what gives you the right to interfere!” Jasmine hastily wiped away her tears.

She defiantly looked at him, her eyes red.

He was really being unreasonable.

She had nothing going on between her and the boy, nothing at all!

“So, you admit it? Jasmine Yale, what have I told you before? You dare to have a relationship, I’ll throw you out!” Sylvan was almost driven mad by her.

He loosened his tie, his face looked terribly grim.

“You think I enjoy living at your place? I’ll start dating then, and you can throw me out!”

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Jasmine was furious too.

She really couldn’t understand what got Sylvan so angry.

There was no early romance in her life. At that time, the one she loved was him.

But she did not dare express this openly. She could only admire him from afar.

When he wasn’t at home, she would wait for him. When he returned, she would discreetly get closer to him.

She knew she wasn’t good enough for him and could only keep her distance.

She knew the gulf between them from the first day they met.

Being able to stay by his side was already fulfilling enough for her.

The two were at loggerheads.

One looking grim, the other tearfully defiant.

He remained silent, just watching her.

Jasmine knew there would eventually come a day when he’d grow tired of her. She did not expect it to happen so soon.

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Pushing him away with a cry, she ran up the stairs, rushed into her room and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

That night, she packed up her school bag in a hurry.

Rather than waiting for him to kick her out, she decided to leave on her own accord.

She didn’t have many belongings. She packed some pocket money and clothes.

Unable to leave at night, she decided to wait till he left the next day and then she would make her exit.

It was the first time they’d had such a severe fight.

Normally, no matter what happened, he was tolerant of her because she was young.

But this time, things were different.

After Jasmine had run upstairs crying, a servant brought a small gift box up to Sylvan Cheney.

“Mr. Cheney, the Christmas gift you got for Miss Smallie…”

“Throw it away!”

“Ah? But…”

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The servant was taken aback.