Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 931 - Go for a Paternity Test

Chapter 931: Chapter 931: Go for a Paternity Test

Chapter 931: Chapter 931: Go for a Paternity Test

The living room was empty and especially quiet at night.

Jasmine Yale propped her head up, drowsily sitting on the sofa, dozing off.

The night was very cold, and she sleepily wrapped herself tighter in the blanket, using it as a cover over her body, curled up on the sofa.

The Cheney Residence was very deserted and peaceful.

Perhaps it was the years of getting used to waiting on the sofa that allowed her to find a comfortable position to sleep in there.

Her hair covered half of her face, and she slept soundly.

When Sylvan Cheney arrived, he saw a scene all too familiar to him.

He immediately froze in place, his gaze filled with intricate and complex lights.

His eyes were dark and deep, his face expressionless.

After changing shoes, Sylvan Cheney threw his suit jacket on the armrest of the sofa.

His movements were light, but not unexpectedly, they still woke Jasmine Yale.

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It was like a habit formed over many years.

The moment he returned, no matter how deeply she slept, she would always know.

“You’re back,” Jasmine Yale uncovered herself from the blanket, stood up, and faced him again, suddenly feeling a bit anxious.

“It’s late. You should go home,” Sylvan Cheney said in a low voice, his face still showing little expression.

“I was waiting for you.”

Sylvan Cheney’s hand paused from unbuttoning.

He was all too familiar with those four words.

“Mr. Cheney, I won’t take much of your time.” She smelled the same scent of perfume on him, that unique fragrance she had only ever noticed on one woman, “Can you tell me where Kaine Zahir has gone? Have you been to Willow Wave City?”

Her bright eyes gleamed with confusion as she stared at him without moving.

He was still wearing the shirt he had worn that morning when he left, the top button undone, revealing a sexy stretch of skin.

“If you have something to say, say it directly,” Sylvan Cheney said coldly.

“Alright…” She looked at his face, “Did you know for a long time that Kaine Zahir isn’t my biological father?”

Yolanda Fern had told her this answer.

She couldn’t find Kaine Zahir, so she couldn’t get a paternity test.

But intuition and memories told her that this answer was very likely to be true.

During those eight years, Kaine Zahir was neither particularly good nor bad to her, lacking the kind of affection a father should have for his daughter.

Kaine Zahir’s attitude toward her and toward Kamila Zahir was completely different.

Even after Nancy Emmett kicked her out of the house, Kaine Zahir never went to look for her.

And she went by her mother’s surname Yale instead of Kaine Zahir’s Zahir!

As a child, she didn’t think much of it, and even as she grew up, she didn’t delve deep into it.

But she had thought a lot about it lately, and the more she thought, the more something seemed off.

More and more, she became firm in her thought: Kaine Zahir wasn’t her biological father.

Kaine Zahir wasn’t the kind of person who was naturally indifferent; he was very caring towards Kamila Zahir, showing the tenderness a father has for his daughter.

As a child, she didn’t understand much and just simply thought her father didn’t like her very much.

But she never imagined that she wasn’t Kaine Zahir’s biological child!

Sylvan Cheney’s face still didn’t show much expression, as he indifferently looked at her, “Who told you? Huh?”

“Yolanda Fern.”

Yolanda Fern… of course.

During that time, Sylvan Cheney had always wondered why Jasmine Yale had left with Yolanda Fern without any signs of struggle or resistance at the scene.

Surely, Jasmine Yale was willing to leave with Yolanda Fern.

He guessed that Yolanda Fern must have told her everything, things she ought to and ought not to know.

“What else did she tell you?” Sylvan Cheney asked, his eyes gleaming darkly.