Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 600 - : He is the Master, She is the Servant

Chapter 600: Chapter 600: He is the Master, She is the Servant

She didn’t have any intimate relationship with the student union’s chairman, yet she found the man in front of her to be unreasonable.

God knows what he might think.

And indeed, she did not picture it wrong, Sylvan Cheney’s face turned darker and colder in an instant.

Ominously.

“Why are you so eager to leave.” He asked indifferently.

“Think as you wish.” Jasmine Yale didn’t want to deal with him any longer, she bent over to pack her clothes.

Soon, everything was all packed up neatly.

With a “clang” sound, she closed her suitcase, and briskly zipped the bag up.

The sound was really loud!

“So defiant now, huh? Thinking I can’t do anything to you?”

Jasmine Yale walked up to him, standing defiantly in front of him.

“Mr. Cheney, quit treating me like a child. I am not eight anymore, I am twenty.” Jasmine Yale stared at him as she spoke.

He also looked straight back at Jasmine Yale.

“So what?” He coldly glanced at her.

“So, I can do what I like, I don’t need to be bound by your rules, and I can have my own freedom.”

Sylvan Cheney gave a cold laugh “Wishful thinking.”

Jasmine Yale was startled, what does he mean by wishful thinking? This was her plan all along.

She couldn’t possibly stay at the Cheney Residence for the rest of her life.

“Do whatever you like!” Jasmine Yale, irritated, turned her head away.

Her temper was flaring up, but she didn’t dare to lash out at Sylvan Cheney.

She was reluctant to deal with his impassive face and domineering scorn any longer!

She pulled her suitcase and headed towards the door!

“Where are you going?” Sylvan Cheney blocked her path at the door.

“I’m heading back to school today.” She snapped back, clearly angry.

She was not good at concealing her emotions, and her displeasure was evident on her face.

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“Of course not, I don’t dare risk upsetting you, I know my place.” Jasmine Yale curtly replied, “I just want to go back to school and check out a few books from the library, exams are starting after the holidays.”

“If you’re aware of your place, then stay right in this house! I asked you to leave on the 14th, then you leave on the 14th!”

Sylvan Cheney, now irate, his voice deep and irritable.

Jasmine Yale, startled by his roar, felt tears welling up in her eyes.

She held back her tears, refusing to let them flow.

She stood before him, defiantly, her hand clutching the suitcase handle, turning slightly white.

Her knuckles were white.

She stood resolutely silent.

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes were dark, brimming with emotions that were slowly crumbling.

They stared at each other, the air crackling between them.

Jasmine Yale never thought that she would end up arguing with him over such trivial matters.

Everything seemed fine just a while ago.

During the holidays, when she was making a snowman, he would silently watch her, never seeming disgruntled.

Who would have thought… they would have an argument over such a trivial matter today.

Indeed, she was nothing more than a servant in his, the master’s, house, she didn’t deserve to argue with him.

In the end, she threw down her suitcase, pushed it against the wall and silently drew the curtains in her room.

“I need to sleep.”

“I will call our chairman and turn down the event.”

“I will leave on the 14th as you asked, but I don’t need you to escort me.”

“I will heed your words.”

Without waiting for his response, she wrapped herself up in her blanket.

She knew that he was still standing at the door, but unable to contain herself any longer, she hid beneath her blanket and began to cry.

Her silent sobs were without any sound, yet tears streamed down unstoppably, as if it were raining.

Under her blanket, she cried herself into a state that looked as if she had been washed by the rain, sleep far from her eyes.

Sylvan Cheney, standing by the door, gazed at the outline of the girl under the blanket, his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his lips tightly pressed into a thin line.

His eyes carried an undefined meaning, looking rather hazy.

He stood by the door for a long time.

It was only after some time that Jasmine Yale heard the closing sound of the bedroom door. She knew at once that he had left.