Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 755: Chapter 755: The Baby is Back

She poured a cup of warm boiled water for Jasmine Yale, placing the cup in her palm.

“Miss Yale, don’t be upset. Today is Saturday, take some time to rest.” The maid couldn’t come up with other comforting words for Jasmine.

After all, Mr. Cheney had given the command; Jasmine definitely couldn’t leave the villa.

Jasmine was holding the glass cup, silent, her gaze somewhat vacant.

Her eyes were blank, her look dispirited.

The maid accompanied her for a long time.

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After a while, Jasmine weakly spoke, her voice choked up, “I’m alright.”

The maid didn’t believe her – she had cried so much.

Jasmine picked up her cup and stood up, her face calm: “I’m going to the study.”

“Miss Yale, are you going to the study to read?” The maid asked worriedly, fearing Jasmine might become despondent.

Jasmine nodded: “I am going to read. I don’t feel like having lunch, so don’t bring it to me, and there’s no need to look for me in the study.”

“Miss Yale… ”

“I’m okay.” She still had several mock papers to do.

She had planned to tidy up her cabin and start reading today, but now… she couldn’t go back.

She smoothed down her emotions, dashed to the bathroom, and washed her face.

Her reflection in the mirror looked unwell, pale with exhaustion.

She had looked just fine when she left the house this morning…

She bitterly smiled at her reflection, withdrew her gaze, and headed for the study.

The maid had thoughtfully left her books exactly where they were.

This was the only way she could relieve her stress.

Each paper of over a dozen pages was crammed with questions. She rested her head on her hand, solving each problem one by one.

With her headphones on, she couldn’t hear any sounds from the outside world.

Her complexion slowly regained its color, her damp hair dried, and the turbulence deep in her eyes gradually eased.

It was as if nothing had happened.

As if she hadn’t packed her bags, or run into Sylvan Cheney at the door.

She merely slept, and then woke to work on problems in the study.

He forbade her to leave. From now on, she would become his caged canary.

She was becoming the person she least desired to be.

Jasmine’s head ached a little; she sank her head down, immersed in her problems.

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At eleven in the morning, Chale Cheney, the schoolboy, arrived at the villa with his backpack.

Finally, school was out.

But, why was the villa so quiet?

Blinking his big round eyes, he stood at the entrance of the living room, looking around.

Neither Elder Cheney nor Jasy was anywhere to be seen. Even the maids were silent. It was very quiet.

Huh? Why wasn’t anyone welcoming him?

“The baby is back.” The little guy announced.

“Little master is back.” A maid ran over to take his backpack and jacket.

Huh, why was there still no reaction?

The little guy gnawed on his finger, looking around anxiously.

“Little master, what are you looking for?”

“Where’s dad?” @@novelbin@@

“Mr. Cheney is resting in his room.”

“Oh, he hasn’t gotten up yet, what a lazy bone.” The little guy complained, “What about Jasy?”

“Miss Yale is in the study.”

“Can I go up?”

“I’m not sure… but Miss Yale is doing her homework, she might not want to be disturbed.”

“Huh.” The little guy became unhappy instantly, no one was paying him any attention.

His fingers were sore after his piano lesson. He came back home, but no one was paying him any attention, he was not happy.

“Little master, are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I can get it for you.” The maid tried to console the little guy.

The little guy plopped down on the sofa, shaking his head, grumpy.