Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 622: Chapter 622: Single, Unmarried, No Girlfriend

She suddenly remembered what Doctor Delaney said –

Sylvan Cheney is bound to be extremely sensitive right now, fearing someone will scorn him for his lack of mobility.

But she’s not disgusted by him. no, not at all.

It’s just that she despises him for being unscrupulous.

However, when dealing with a patient, she cannot be too impugning. So, Jasmine Yale decided to take the initiative to give in.

“I won’t argue with you anymore, I’ll take good care of you. Where is your medicine box?” Jasmine diverged the topic.

“Medicine box?”

“Doctor Delaney mentioned you might face some headache or discomfort at night. I want to get familiar with your medication so that I can handle small issues if needed.”

“…”

“Where is it?”

“It’s on the left side of the wardrobe.”

“Oh, ok.”

Jasmine Yale found a small medicine box, which was filled with a variety of medicine.

Just a glance at it made her head spin, she didn’t understand any of it.

Fortunately, each medicine had notes. She checked each box carefully.

When she’s serious, she looked innocently pure. Her sparkling eyes, high nose, and those delicate, slender eyelashes like butterfly wings.

With a blink of eyes, she’s as charming as a sprite.

Sylvan Cheney watched her intently as she squatted on the ground reading the instructions.

The light fell on his brows and eyes, leaving a soft touch in his deep eyes. His lips curled up slightly and his face as soft as possible.

After much contemplation, Jasmine Yale managed to figure things out at some level.

“Mr. Cheney, the names of these medicines are so hard to comprehend, I’m glad I didn’t study science.” Jasmine Yale said, her head spinning.

“You’re not that great in arts either.”

“…” Jasmine Yale really wanted to roll her eyes at him.

She took a pen and made notes on the medicine box, and when she encountered words she didn’t recognize, she pointed them out to Sylvan Cheney –

“Mr. Cheney, what does this word say?”

Sylvan Cheney: “…”

She practically exhausted all afternoon understanding these pots and pills.

Sylvan didn’t go anywhere, staying in the bedroom with her.

After two or three hours, she finally stood up.

“Good, finally sorted it out and the room is tidy now.” Jasmine said.

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“Mr. Cheney, could you teach me if I have trouble understanding English?” She raised the question.

Before, Sylvan Cheney would always help her out whenever she didn’t understand something.

It felt like he knew everything.

English, politics, philosophy…She never came across anything he didn’t know about.

She respected him for this.

“Depends on your attitude.” Sylvan commented casually.

Jasmine Yale was somewhat taken aback, Is this even a valid point? Is he being petty?

Seeing his haughty expression, Jasmine Yale sneered and slapped her textbook loudly.

“I have an attitude problem and a bad temper, it doesn’t matter if you don’t teach, I can ask Professor Mackenzie.”

“Who is Professor Mackenzie? Hmm? How old? Male or female?”

“Man, 28 years old, English teacher, just met.”

Sylvan’s eyes instantly became cold, a cold radiance converged in his pupils.

His lips were tightly pressed, his face turned grave.

“He teaches English really well, very gentleman-like, very elegant, tall and typical teacher type, very classy.”

“Single, unmarried, has no girlfriend.”

Jasmine Yale spoke all at once.

She noticed Sylvan’s expression changed, so she added nonchalantly, “He’s even more handsome than your brother Joe Heath. Though not as good as you, he’s definitely younger, has a good temperament and a pleasant character.”

“Jasmine Yale!”

He was annoyed already.

Jasmine Yale, cradling a stack of textbooks, flashed a smile at him: “I was making things up.”

Sylvan Cheney: “…”

Professor Mackenzie’s son, Harlow Mackenzie, was already over twenty. There’s no way he could still be single and unmarried.

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