Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 549 - Why are you ignoring me...

Chapter 549: Chapter 549 Why are you ignoring me…

The keys dropped time and time again, not until the fifth time did she manage to shakily unlock the door.

With a “bang”, she forcefully closed the front door.

Leaning against the wall, Jasmine Yale stared blankly at everything within her home.

God, she just couldn’t comprehend for a long time.

Charles Mcintosh said, Sylvan Cheney is dead.

He said he’s dead.

Jasmine Yale pinched her palm, exerting a lot of force.

It hurts, it hurts a lot.

This is not a dream, she’s not having a dream, Charles Mcintosh was here, he told her, Sylvan Cheney is dead.

This is not a dream.

Jasmine Yale clutched her chest, her head aching to the point of bursting.

The man who had been with her for twelve years… was dead, left forever.

From this day on, there will be no Sylvan Cheney, there will be no Mr. Cheney.

Jasmine Yale stumbled into the bedroom, her footsteps unsteady, her entire body succumbing to a stifling chill, it came in waves.

The bedroom still seemed to hold his scent, the understated and subdued fragrance of agarwood, a scent she knew all too well.

But, Charles Mcintosh suddenly just told her… Sylvan Cheney is dead.

“How can this be…” muttered Jasmine Yale.

Her eyes were void of life.

Jasmine Yale was like a rag doll, sitting softly on the bed, sitting quietly.

Empty and soulless.

As though her soul had been drained away.

Jasmine Yale sat on the bed for an entire day.

She sat from morning to noon, again from noon until night.

The sun shifted from the east to the middle, then slowly to the west until it set.

Only a few days ago he had still been alive and well, full of life and vigor, how could he have suddenly died…

“Sylvan Cheney, Sylvan Cheney…”

She called his name, her voice gradually dropping.

“Why won’t you respond to me…”

“Don’t you like picking on me? Get up, let’s fight…”

“If you win, I’ll do whatever you say…”

“Are you coming, or not…”

Jasmine Yale reached out, Sylvan Cheney’s face suddenly appeared before her.

Young, handsome, unmatched.

She reached out just like that.

But as she touched his face, she fiercely grabbed only to clutch at thin air.

“Why won’t you speak, Sylvan Cheney, Sylvan Cheney… why won’t you answer me… how should I call you so you’ll answer me…”

Her voice trembled with urgency and softness.

Only she could hear it.

“Didn’t you say I’m noisy? I’m so noisy now, why won’t you scold me… Sylvan Cheney, Sylvan Cheney… answer me…”

“I really hate you! I hate how you never consider my feelings, how you never tell me anything, how you treat me like an outsider, how you manipulate me, force me, abandon me, and so much more…”

“Really, you have too many flaws, tell me, how did I end up liking you back then?”

“Sylvan Cheney, you’re a jerk, I don’t even want to see you in the afterlife…”

“I don’t want to see you…”

Jasmine Yale seemed to suddenly remember something, she took out her phone and dialed Sylvan Cheney’s number.

That familiar number, he never changed it for so many years.

Switched off.

Switched off.

Still switched off.

Jasmine Yale stubbornly called three times, but each time it was switched off.

“Sylvan Cheney, if you’re ignoring me, I’ll ignore you, too, I’ll never bother with you again…” Jasmine Yale rambled.

“Didn’t you say you’d give me whatever I want? Liar…”

“You only know how to deceive me…”

With a “thud”, her phone slid out from her palm.

Jasmine Yale passed out on the bed.

…

When Joe Heath kicked open Jasmine Yale’s bedroom door, it was already night.

He felt Jasmine Yale’s forehead, it was burning!