Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale’s voice dwindled, even though she hadn’t said anything wrong.

What was that look in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes? Really…

Her uncertain tone made it seem like she had a guilty conscience.

“Sir, let go.” Berkson’s eyes were icy.

“Don’t you plan on explaining?” Sylvan Cheney said coldly.

The two men locked eyes, like a ship colliding with an iceberg.

“Mr. Cheney, let him go. They didn’t want this to happen either. The Rangoon Family is reasonable and I’m not hurt.” Jasmine Yale defended.

“Would you still say this if you were strangled to death?” Sylvan Cheney glared at her fiercely.

That gaze was as sharp as a knife.

Jasmine Yale chuckled. “This has nothing to do with the Rangoon Family.”

She really didn’t know what he was angry about.

“We will take the responsibility we need to take,” Berkson calmly stated.

“Sylvan Cheney, don’t be unreasonable…let’s go,” Jasmine Yale tried to pull away his hand.

But she was not as strong as Sylvan Cheney, and he was not going to listen to her.

“If you do wrong, you must pay the price.” Sylvan Cheney finally loosened his hand.

Jasmine Yale knew his temperament well. Whoever upset him would pay a hefty price.

She had experienced it and knew it all too well.

But the Rangoon Family was not at fault.

“Mr. Cheney, the Rangoon Family is really not at fault. Please, let it go, besides, Miss Rangoon is a very kind person,” Jasmine Yale tried to plea.

Sylvan Cheney turned his head and looked down at her.

The next moment, he reached out and lifted her chin.

He bent slightly and pecked on her lips.

“Can you tell right from wrong? Huh?” Sylvan Cheney curled his lips, gently caressing her chin. “But since you insist, we’ll do as you say.”

Berkson coughed lightly and turned his head, looking elsewhere.

Instantaneously, Jasmine Yale felt very insecure.

She almost slapped him again.

“Berkson, I’ll go first. Please relay my farewell to Miss Rangoon.” Jasmine Yale said, reluctantly.

“Sure.” Berkson nodded.

Before she could get to the door, an assertive power pulled her in by the waist.

Sylvan Cheney carried her up with a leisurely look on his face.

“Send those who bullied Jasmine to the Cheney Family. If the Rangoon Family protects them, they should not blame me for not showing mercy.”

Having said that, Sylvan Cheney walked out, still holding Jasmine.

“Sylvan Cheney, let go! Do you want to make the headlines with this public display?” Jasmine complained.

She buried her head down.

“Making headlines, unless I myself want to, otherwise, nobody could make me.”

“Yes, you’ve made the headlines before and it caused a stir…”

“I posted those pictures myself, what? Is there a problem?” Sylvan Cheney raised his eyebrows.

“Damn it… You posted those pictures? Have you no shame? And why did you have to drag me into this? Didn’t you realize that I was in those photos as well?”

“If you were not in them, I wouldn’t have posted them.”

“What kind of logic is that, Sylvan Cheney? Are you messing with me?”

It was only then that she realized, all the headlines she had been in with him were actually his own doing!

Sylvan Cheney had a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

“If you want to make the headlines, don’t drag me into it. Didn’t you pick on me enough? You do realize that to many people, the woman in those pictures is seen as your mistress!” Jasmine was furious.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t respond. He picked her up and got out of the elevator.

He headed straight to the underground parking lot.

There was no one around, Jasmine’s voice echoed.

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, “You make it really hard for me… I know that I owe you for the twelve years of kindness, I would have died on the streets if it weren’t for you.. But, I also saved your life once, didn’t I?”