Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 1981: He... Is Afraid

Out of the corridor, outside was the pitch-black night sky.

Even though there were streetlights, everything still felt dreary and oppressive.

The streets of the neighborhood were already empty, only the urgent footsteps of Sylvan Cheney resounded as he hurried to his car.

This was the first time he embraced Jasmine Yale, he found her very thin, even pregnant she wasn’t heavy, holding her was effortless.

Jasmine Yale’s consciousness was blurred by pain, her vision was also hazy, her eyelids wouldn’t lift.

Her belly convulsed in waves, she involuntarily twitched in Sylvan Cheney’s arms, miserably clutching his dark shirt.

Perhaps she grabbed too tightly, Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow, feeling an unexplained heaviness and oppression in his chest.

In his mind echoed her recent words: My baby is gone, I’ll truly die...

"Pain..." Jasmine Yale’s voice was hoarse and gentle, she bit her teeth, her features contorted by pain, her face pale and distressed, "So much pain..."

"If it hurts, just bite me."

Sylvan Cheney lowered his head and saw her in pain, his heart felt tightly gripped, confined.

This suffocating sensation provoked his mind, he tightly embraced Jasmine Yale.

Who knows if the pain was too intense, Jasmine Yale really bit his chest.

The summer fabric was thin, she bit down, and Sylvan Cheney gasped with a "hiss," inhaling sharply.

The car was parked just outside the neighborhood, he used all his speed to put her into the car.

"Elder Axel, drive! Go to the nearest hospital!" Half of Sylvan Cheney’s inebriation had dissipated.

At the driver’s seat, Elder Axel saw the splotchy bloodstains on Jasmine Yale under the lights, he was startled, his hands trembled slightly.

Luckily he didn’t falter, he knew something might have happened, and immediately started the car.

Jasmine Yale was still biting his chest, bit twice, then couldn’t bite anymore, tired, she let go.

Pain gradually eroded her body, initially extreme pain, but as it spread throughout her body, it was less painful, instead becoming a numb lack of sensation.

The narrow interior of the car was soon filled with the smell of blood.

"It’ll be alright, the baby will be alright." Sylvan Cheney’s eyes were anxious and restless, he... was afraid.

He didn’t know what he was afraid of, but at this moment, this feeling meant fear to him, utterly complete fear.

Jasmine Yale endured the pain to open her eyelids, in the dim light, she looked at Sylvan Cheney’s face.

Blurred, seemingly close yet feeling very distant.

She looked for a few seconds, tired, and closed her eyes again.

Her mind was muddled, only the sound of the car speeding on the road, and Sylvan Cheney’s urgent breaths beside her.

She nestled in Sylvan Cheney’s embrace, motionless, hands still tightly clutching his clothes.

Five months.

She finally touched his familiar chest again, but, it was in this way.

Her mind was filled with the red of bloodstains, constantly swaying.

The baby was also five months...

Was she truly a jinx? Bringing misfortune to everyone around her.

If this baby was gone, she might truly not know how to carry on living...

Sylvan Cheney’s hand kept encircling her waist, through the dress fabric, she clearly felt the heat and temperature of his palm.

Unfortunately, this warmth didn’t lessen her pain, her belly hurt incessantly.

"Jasmine Yale..." He suddenly called her name in frustration, hesitating to speak, "I didn’t mean to..."