Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 864: Miss Yale, this is an order

Chapter 864 -864: Miss Yale, this is an order

Jasmine Yale’s hand had unknowingly moved to her belly, where her little rascal had once been.

Somehow, she had dreamed about the baby again.

She still remembered being seven months pregnant, her belly already large and round, feeling particularly real to the touch.

She lifted her eyelids to look outside the window, where the sun was shining beautifully, filling the hospital room with sunlight.

Whenever she thought of the little rascal, she inevitably thought of Chale Cheney.

Little Chale, Little Chale…

For some reason, her heart skipped a beat without cause.

Accompanied by a sharp pain!

Jasmine Yale sat up in bed, threw off the covers, and jumped out of bed.

She glanced at her cellphone and realized it was Saturday.

The little guy didn’t have any plans this Saturday morning, probably sleeping in, and had piano lessons in the afternoon.

But after what happened last time, had the little guy safely returned to Sylvan Cheney’s side? Had he?

She was very eager to know the answer!

Jasmine Yale endured the full-body soreness and fatigue as she jumped out of bed and picked out some clothes.

Walking to the door, as expected, Sylvan Cheney had arranged for two rows of bodyguards to watch over the hospital room.

As soon as the door opened, she was stopped!

“Miss Yale.”

“I want to go back to the villa.”

“I’ll make a call to Mr. Cheney.”

“Call what? Can’t you just have the driver take me directly?” Jasmine Yale said impatiently.

Does everything require Sylvan Cheney’s approval?

Doesn’t she have any freedom?

“Miss Yale…”

“I’m just asking if you’ll take me, and if you won’t, I’ll just take a taxi back myself!”

“We will, we will.”

The bodyguard felt that Jasmine Yale was quite irritable and did not dare offend her, promptly phoning the driver to pick her up.

Jasmine Yale wore a white bat-sleeve coat with a short exterior, paired with simple jeans, and her hair was slightly tied up with a purple hairband.

Although she still looked haggard, her complexion was rosy, and her eyes had more luster.

This attire made her look more charming and beautiful than usual.

Nobody dared to offend Jasmine Yale—they all knew she was Mr. Cheney’s woman.

With every step she took, they followed, afraid of losing Jasmine Yale.

At such a critical juncture, if anything were to happen to Jasmine Yale, they could kiss their lives goodbye.

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Jasmine Yale, annoyed at being followed, turned her head and gave them a cold look: “Are you going to follow me to the restroom as well?”

“Miss Yale, it’s an order.”

“Sylvan Cheney’s order, right? Is that all he can do, have you follow me around? Tell him, for all his precautions, one slip and it’s over; he can guard me for a moment, but not for a lifetime. Being by his side is the greatest insecurity.”

After speaking, Jasmine Yale turned and walked away.

The bodyguards looked at each other, not daring to retort.

Only Jasmine Yale dared to call out Mr. Cheney by name and speak such words.

Jasmine Yale’s body hadn’t fully recovered, so she didn’t walk fast.

But she resented Sylvan Cheney having someone keep tabs on her, restricting her freedom at every turn.

This feeling grew ever stronger!

The bodyguards behind her hurriedly followed, like unwanted appendages.

Jasmine Yale, feeling helpless without the strength to shake them off, simply let them follow.

They followed her all the way to the underground parking lot, the bodyguards arrayed in a line, fearing any mishap concerning Jasmine Yale!

With such a serious incident having occurred just days before, no one dared to slack off!

“You really are strange, following me step by step. Aren’t you annoyed?” Jasmine Yale lost her temper, her eyebrows furrowed tight.

“Miss Yale, sorry, but this is Mr. Cheney’s order. We’re just following orders.”

“Humph.” Jasmine Yale scoffed and got into the car.