Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 403 - Chapter 403: Chapter 403 He Rejected Her Love

Chapter 403: Chapter 403 He Rejected Her Love

Howl—

It howled and pounced at Sylvan Cheney!

Sylvan quickly dodged to avoid it.

Seeing that it was unable to take down Sylvan, the wolf became even more ferocious, standing on its front paws and adjusting its attack posture.

Sylvan kept on the defensive.

He was nimble, but he couldn’t be sure if he could escape from the jaws of the wolf.

At this moment, he had no way to flee, this wolf would surely chase him relentlessly.

What he could do was either buy some time, or kill it barehanded.

With a leap, the alpha wolf attacked Sylvan Cheney again!

This time, Sylvan did not dodge, avoiding the deadly attack, and fought back.

The starving wolf, like crazed, kept attacking, failing, and attacking again; pushing Sylvan to his limits.

Its spirit was as unstinting as a death warrior’s.

Behind a luxuriant old banyan tree, Jasmine Yale was standing quietly.

Her petite body hidden behind the tree trunk—

She could see Sylvan; Sylvan couldn’t see her.

Her body felt hollow, like a corporal shell devoid of its soul.

After despair, surprisingly there wasn’t much suffering.

She was watching Sylvan, her gaze unwavering.

From their first encounter at the age of eight, to their farewell today, they had only intersected for a span of fifteen years.

Neither short nor long.

Some people are like shining stars; you only know they exist when you meet them.

His excellence, beauty, and adoration enticed her like a moth to a flame.

He restrained her, but she disregarded it completely.

When love flourishes, it can make one lose everything, and she lost herself step by step, caught in a quagmire with no way out.

How could he ever like her, they were not from the same world.

She was so arrogant, he was a star that she couldn’t reach even if she stretched out her arm…

Her chaotic hair stained with blood, stuck to her face, and neck.

Jasmine’s eyes were somewhat unfocused.

“You owe me a life; it would be a repayment…”

“Your heart matches Yolanda’s. After you go back, obediently accept the surgery. Jasmine, I don’t like to make losses, you ought to repay me somehow.” “You think Sylvan is kind-hearted? Don’t be naive, Jasmine. The luxurious care I’ve provided is just to ensure your body doesn’t encounter any issues and avoid unnecessary trouble when it comes to the surgery.”

“Little Chale really likes Yolanda right now, if you could save her, it would equally be a show of affection to Little Chale.”

Each and every word was so clear.

Again and again, like morning bells and evening drums.

In the distance, the figure of the man slowly became blurry.

A teardrop fell on the back of her hand, everything in front of her was fractured.

The dominant feeling towards Sylvan was despair.

It was the hope turned despair kind of despair.

Those twelve years, she admitted, had been the simplest and happiest years of her life.

Even today, she remembered the scenes of sitting on the couch, swinging her feet, watching TV, while waiting for her loved one to come home.

Whenever he came home, her world was enriched.

Seeing him made all the waiting worth it.

Those years, she considered herself the mistress of the Cheney residence.

Even though, he had rejected her confession, her hand holding, her love.

If possible, she would want to be buried in such happiness, without deception, without conspiracies, and calculations.

And without pain and despair.

Not far away, after rounds of fierce combat, the wolf fiercely pounced at Sylvan Cheney again.

It repelled and attacked over and over again!

There were stains of blood on Sylvan’s face and wind coat, both his and the wolf’s.

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