Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale was so infuriated. She could have just explained things to Hans Colin herself, why did he have to interfere?

He called her a married woman!

Where did she look like a married woman?!

Hans Colin glanced at Sylvan Cheney, with a hint of wariness.

“Excuse me, sir, may I ask, what is your relationship with Jasmine?” asked

Hans Colin, “Jasmine told me she isn’t married.”

Sylvan Cheney leaned closer to Jasmine, his face even closer to hers.

His profound face showed a cold expression, and his hand went down to pinch Jasmine’s buttocks secretly.

“Tell him, what our relationship is.”

Jasmine blushed!

Damn it!

In her mind, she cursed Sylvan tens of thousands of times.

How could he touch her in public?!

Hans Colin’s gaze was fixed on Jasmine’s face. He only believed what Jasmine said.

“He is pursuing me.” Jasmine said coldly to Hans Colin.

Given Sylvan’s status, identity, and temper, he would never chase after a woman voluntarily. It was always the women who chased after him.

Her words surely had offended his pride.

The high and mighty Mr. Cheney actively chasing a woman? That would totally ruin his reputation if it got out.

This would definitely infuriate Sylvan.

Hans Colin smirked: “This is the first time I’ve seen someone so confident.

You’re chasing Jasmine, and so am I. Shall we compete fairly?”

“Jasy, I came here today to help Mr. Yale discuss Chaley’s custody. You’re making things difficult for me.”

Sylvan Cheney lowered his voice, whispering in Jasmine’s ear.

His voice was low, chilly, threatening. It was wickedly dangerous.

“Senior, I have accepted his pursuit. I’m sorry.” Jasmine quickly changed her statement.

Jasmine knew it well. Sylvan Cheney was despicable.

Using Chaley to threaten her.

Hah, if she didn’t agree, would he tell Mr. Yale that the negotiation failed?

In negotiations, how could she possibly outmaneuver Sylvan?

Hans Colin abruptly stood up: “Jasmine, did he threaten you? Also, how did you meet him?”

Hans Colin could tell, this man was high-value.

Under normal circumstances, Jasmine shouldn’t know such a man.

“No, he didn’t threaten me.” Jasmine explained, “I’ve known him for a long time. Hans Colin, I’m sorry.”

“Do you really like him?” Hans Colin asked.

Jasmine moved her lips, not sure how to respond.

Instead, Sylvan threw a cold and sharp look at him—

“If you know what’s good for you, leave.”

Jasmine looked at Hans Colin: “Senior, you should go first. I need to talk with him.”

“Jasmine…”

Hans Colin had something to say to Jasmine, but just as he opened his mouth, Sylvan’s two bodyguards approached, ready to kick him out.

The bodyguards stood still like two statues, their faces serious and icy cold.

Hans Colin’s face turned red and then pale. He picked up his bag from the sofa and left.

Once Hans Colin left, the bodyguards also went outside.

Only then did Sylvan stride over to sit opposite Jasmine. He crossed his long legs, his face clouded.

“I told you not to contact him. Did you take my words as nonsense?”

“Why should I listen to what you say?”

“Being disobedient?” Sylvan squinted his eyes, they were filled with dangerous signs.

Jasmine angrily slammed the table: “Stop using Chaley to threaten me! He’s not your son!”

“Good, you’ve got guts, daring to confront me.” Sylvan didn’t care, “Since you have such a bad temper, you’re not suitable to adopt a child. I will suggest that to Mr. Yale..”