Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: As Long As I’m Here for One Day

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The bullet hit the shadow in the shoulder, but it fled quickly nonetheless.

Jasmine Yale frantically covered Little Chale’s ears, fearing that he would be afraid.

It wasn’t long before Sylvan Cheney’s bodyguards arrived.

“What are you people good for?”

Sylvan Cheney yelled, his face was extremely dark and ugly.

“Mr. Cheney, we were slow. We’re sorry and ready to take our punishment.”

“Get lost!” Sylvan Cheney was too enraged to respond.

“Yes.” The bodyguards’ faces turned pale and they quickly ran off.

Jasmine Yale’s shoulder was trembling. She had never seen such a scene before and it was the first time in her life that she had heard gunfire!

Her eyes were filled with terror and panic…

Sylvan Cheney looked down and saw that Jasmine Yale was still holding Chale Cheney. His heart was touched.

He put away his gun, crouched down, and stroked her head.

“Are you scared?” His voice softened significantly.

“Yes.”

How could she not be afraid, she was scared by even of thunderstorms.

But for some reason, as long as Little Chale was beside her, her first reaction was to protect him.

This instinct was especially strong in the face of danger.

It was less a reaction, but more of an instinct.

“Don’t be scared, I’m here.”

His fingers gently stroked her cheek.

Chale Cheney hid in Jasmine Yale’s arms, too scared to come out.

“Wha-wha…”

When all calmed down, Little Chale cried.

“Little Chale, don’t cry. It’s all okay. Jasy is here with you,” Jasmine Yale coaxed him.

Under the stars and moon, Sylvan Cheney’s brows and eyes were as gentle as jade.

His gaze fell on the little girl and did not leave her for a long time.

She was not the same as before.

Before, she was just a little girl herself, who would definitely cry if she faced a situation like this.

Now, she could comfort a child.

He blamed himself for allowing this incident to happen.

“As long as I’m alive, I sill ensure your safety.” Sylvan Cheney half-knelt down, his face dark.

Under the carved night, his facial contours became more profound, his chin was tense, but the gaze that fell on Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney was extraordinarily gentle.

He extended his large hand and helped Jasmine Yale up.

Jasmine Yale held Little Chale in her arms, and only then did she notice that Sylvan Cheney’s arm was bruised.

Blood seeped from his dark coloured shirt, if not for the strong smell of blood in the air, she wouldn’t have noticed.

“Your wound…” Jasmine Yale asked.

“No worries. Let me take you home.”

“Jasy, can you dress Uncle Cheney’s wound, please.” Chale Cheney looked eagerly at Jasmine Yale.

Elder Cheney cannot be harmed, he is still relying on Elder Cheney to buy him milk powder.

“Okay.” Jasmine Yale nodded.

At this moment, she wouldn’t argue with Sylvan Cheney.

When they returned to Sylvan Cheney’s Rolls-Royce, a medical kit was already there.

Chale Cheney climbed up the seat worriedly, looking at Elder Cheney’s wound, and exhaled.

Sylvan Cheney pinched his face and laughed: “What are you doing?”

“Blowing on it makes it not hurt.”

“Not hurting.” Sylvan Cheney faintly smiled, touching his head.

Jasmine Yale opened the medical kit and took out a bandage and alcohol.

Sylvan Cheney frowned: “You know how?”

Back in the Cheney Residence, he never asked her to do anything.

She, who had always been pampered, knew how to dress a wound?

“I do not.” Jasmine Yale shrugged, “If you’re afraid, then call someone else.”

“Why didn’t you say you didn’t know beforehand.” Sylvan Cheney looked at her with disgust.

Jasmine Yale unbuttoned his shirt, took off half of it, and quickly picked up a piece of alcohol cotton.

Her movements were quick, done in one go!

“Can you not be so rough?” Sylvan Cheney clenched his teeth..