Fated love: the unwanted bride

Sylvan Cheney turned on the tap and took a towel from the rack.

He skillfully wetted the towel and wiped her face.

He had done this often before.

Whether she was fighting at school or causing mischief, whenever she came home dirty, it was always him who cleaned her up.

Sylvan Cheney frowned as he watched her, a ball of fire fuming within him.

“Do you know why I can walk sideways? Because I’m the royal family’s little princess…” Jasmine Yale giggled.

Sylvan Cheney: “…”

He didn’t stop his hand movements, and even used a bit of force!

“What are you doing, it hurts, stop it…” Jasmine Yale struggled to push him away with both hands.

She was dazed, as if in a dream, her body felt weightless.

She didn’t know who the man in front of her was, only that he had a handsome silhouette, resembling a certain scoundrel.

Jasmine Yale was restless, making it difficult for Sylvan Cheney to handle her.

When he wiped her face, she shook her head.

When he wiped her neck, she bent over.

She was absolutely unruly!

Sylvan Cheney was annoyed; he simply grabbed her hands and pinned her against the bathroom wall!

“Jasmine Yale, damn it, behave yourself!” He was completely annoyed.

“Why are you so fierce, who are you? I’m the little princess, you can’t be fierce with me, you can’t be fierce with me…”

Sylvan Cheney: “…”

He didn’t stop, forcibly wiping her face.

After a while, he finally managed to wipe off all the wine stains on her face.

However, because she struggled so much, her face was all red.

“Who are you? I’m a royal princess, are you the prince?” Jasmine Yale struggled.

She kind of wanted to touch this man’s face.

After all, he looked rather handsome.

But her hands were held tight, completely immobile.

“If you dare to drink like this again, I’ll kill you!” Sylvan Cheney was furious.

After the struggle, his whole body was sweaty, his shirt half soaked.

He casually took off his black suit and loosened his necktie.

“How are you going to kill me? I’m the little princess, you can’t kill the little princess, you can’t kill the little princess…” Jasmine Yale was on the verge of crying, feeling wronged.

Her big eyes were covered with a layer of mist, she looked innocent and sad.

“Kill you in bed.” Sylvan Cheney was furious.

Jasmine Yale pouted her mouth, hanging her head down unhappy.

Finally, Sylvan Cheney managed to wipe her face and neck clean.

Jasmine Yale was still drunk, mumbling nonsense, thinking she was dreaming.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t know where his anger came from, looking at her drunk state, her freshly cut hair, her newly bought earrings…

All were displeasing.

Extremely displeasing.

Displeased to the extreme.

Her dress was stained with wine and dirt.

Sylvan Cheney threw away the towel and started to unzip her dress.

“What are you doing…” Jasmine Yale felt a chill on her back and glared at Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney looked at her coldly, applying force with his hand, and effortlessly unzipped her dress.

A moment of panic flashed in Jasmine Yale’s eyes, she grabbed Sylvan Cheney desperately, stopping him from touching her.

“Go away, go away!”

“What part of you have I not seen, huh!”

Sylvan Cheney became furious, he shouted at her, grabbed her hand and did not let her move an inch!

The more he pressed her, the more fiercely she resisted.

“Don’t touch me, who are you? Don’t touch me, I hate it…” Jasmine Yale sobbed, her teary eyes blurred.