Fated love: the unwanted bride

Sylvan Cheney curled his lips: “Did you forget that you clung to me, unwilling to let go of my clothes?”

Everyone was shocked.

A woman refusing to let go of a man’s clothes?

Given Mr. Cheney’s personality, he would have kicked her away a long time ago.

Jasmine Yale remained silent.

Could someone be so shameless as to twist the truth, turning black into white?

Clearly, he was the one who first lured her with a lollipop.

But it’s better not to mention those childhood incidents now.

At last, the final round ended and Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief.

She won the last two rounds, so that was better.

Sylvan Cheney stood up, picked up his coat from the rack, and draped it over his arm: “You guys continue, I am done for today.”

Everyone showed an “I understand” expression, and nobody stopped him.

Only after leaving the private room did Jasmine Yale find the world to be clear again.

The corridor was very quiet and dark.

Sylvan Cheney walked ahead, taking firm steps.

Jasmine Yale followed closely, step by step.

At the end of the corridor, Sylvan Cheney took out a room card and opened a suite.

“Mr. Cheney, I’ve brought Little Chale back. I’ll go and get someone to bring him up.”

“No need, he’s already slept.”

“Hmm? Really?”

“The waiter texted me.”

“Oh, I see.” Jasmine Yale nodded.

Sylvan Cheney entered the suite, casually hung up his suit, and began to unbutton his dark color shirt.

Jasmine Yale stood at the door, neither entering nor leaving.

“Mr. Cheney, I have something to say to you.”

“What.” Sylvan Cheney’s thin lips parted slightly.

He stood in front of the mirror, smoothing his clothes.

“Little Chale is still a child, he is curious about everything and likes to imitate, and he is very smart, he learns quickly. You shouldn’t bring him to this kind of place!”

This cruise ship, to put kindly, is a gathering place for the rich, put bluntly, it’s a place of disrepute.

“He was at home calling your name, what could I do.”

“You!!!!”

He’s very good at deflecting responsibility, isn’t he!

Based on his words, is it her fault?!

Sylvan Cheney was utterly calm.

“Mr. Cheney, Little Chale is a child, he doesn’t understand these things. If he wants to come here, you just bring him, and if he wants the stars in the sky tomorrow, are you going to pluck them for him? What if Little Chale’s Dad finds out what you’re doing, how do you think he would feel?”

“What’s wrong with bringing a child out to broaden his horizons?”

“Of course there’s something wrong! You can broaden his horizons in other places, like an aquarium or a science museum. What are you bringing him here to see? To learn how to play cards with you? Or to learn to drink?”

Jasmine Yale was quite angry, her heart pounding.

This was the first time she had argued with Sylvan Cheney in three years!

Sylvan Cheney glanced at her and walked over with long strides.

His arrival caused the atmosphere to suddenly tense.

“In your eyes, am I really so bad? Knowing only playing cards and drinking?”

“Far more than that.” Jasmine Yale took a step back, blinking, “Eating, drinking, and gambling.”

Sylvan Cheney just scoffed.

“Evidence is necessary for everything.”

“Wasn’t what just happened the best evidence? Don’t you admit that you were gambling?”

“So, according to you, you weren’t?”

Sylvan Cheney couldn’t help but laugh again.

“It’s just a common social obligation, but you insist on labeling me as a degenerate, that I can’t bear.”

“Even so, you shouldn’t have brought Little Chale here!”

“Anyway, he’s not my son, I just like to be a bad influence on him, alright?”

“Sylvan Cheney! I’ve never seen someone as unreasonable as you!”

Jasmine Yale was furious!

Just because he’s not his son, he can act like this??

Sylvan Cheney’s tall figure loomed over her, the corners of his lips curved into a seemingly sarcastic smile, expressionless..