Fated love: the unwanted bride

They didn’t understand Sylvan Cheney, and they didn’t dare guess recklessly.

But deep down, they knew that Sylvan Cheney had feelings for this Jasmine Yale; otherwise, he wouldn’t have competed with his own brother.

What’s a woman in comparison to a brother? Once that bond is damaged, it can never be repaired.

“It’s just a coincidence, stop messing around,” Jasmine Yale brushed off casually.

Sylvan Cheney shot her a look.

Jasmine’s ingratitude was truly at its peak.

Had she forgotten so quickly all that he had personally taught her?

No wonder she didn’t remember that they had once shared a bed, three years ago.

But he remembered vividly what happened between him and Jasmine that night.

Complaining of discomfort even as she drunkenly wrapped her arms around him, she was like a feisty kitten, leaving scratches all over his body.

The memory made his heart flutter.

“Ha, ha, Miss Yale, to have a coincidence with Mr. Cheney, that’s also a form of fortune,” someone blandly flattered.

Jasmine Yale twitched her mouth, not intending to speak.

What a load of bull!

With Sylvan Cheney next to her, Jasmine could only direct her gaze to the right.

Sylvan Cheney took a puff of his cigarette: “Miss Yale doesn’t seem very focused on the poker game.”

“Oh no, it’s just that I’m not very good at this. Maybe I’d be more helpful in the kitchen,” Jasmine tried to fend him off.

Sylvan Cheney chuckled coldly.

After a couple more rounds, Jasmine kept losing.

And, as expected, Sylvan took all the winnings.

The ladies started to whisper: “Mr. Cheney is indeed formidable.”

“Today, we witnessed firsthand why everyone says Mr. Cheney is good at everything.”

Jasmine Yale remained silent, continuing to play her hand.

Suddenly, she felt a weird tickle on her leg, as if a furry creature was brushing against her, and her heart began to beat faster.

The sensation was uncomfortable and strange.

After a few seconds, Jasmine Yale had an epiphany!!!

Jasmine Yale widened her eyes. At this table, the only one bold enough was Sylvan Cheney.

She raised her head to look at him.

Slowly, Sylvan took out a card and placed it on the table. He took another puff of his cigarette. His face was devoid of emotions, nonchalant.

Sylvan Cheney was shattering her perceptions time and again! Such a shameless man.

She purposely dropped a card on the floor.

As she bent down to pick it up, she glimpsed under the table.

Just as expected!!!

She shouldn’t have looked. That one sight had left her trembling with rage. It was indeed him!!!!

He’d removed the slipper from his right foot and was audaciously rubbing it against her leg.

So shameless!

His movements were not forceful. He was at ease with a nonchalant look on his face. He was handling the cards slickly and even engaging in casual conversation with the people around him.

Jasmine Yale experienced a strange feeling, a sense of deja vu.

Reason interrupted her thoughts. As she’d bent down, she’d tried to pinch his leg as a form of revenge.

But Sylvan Cheney seemed to have seen it coming and artfully dodged it.

At the poker table, he said calmly: “Miss Yale, it’s your turn.”

Jasmine Yale gritted her teeth, straightened her body, picked up the card from the floor, and glared at him.

The poker table was calm on the surface, but turbulent underneath.

Lucky no one noticed.

Sylvan Cheney grew bolder still.

“Ah…” Jasmine Yale let out a soft cry!

Her voice… was odd.

Everyone’s gaze focused on her, their looks complex.

Jasmine could not let Sylvan Cheney continue this way, so she deliberately pushed her elbow—

The teacups on the table tipped towards Sylvan Cheney!

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Jasmine seized the opportunity to stand up, avoid Sylvan Cheney, and leave the poker game..