Fated love: the unwanted bride

She never thought that Sylvan Cheney could turn out like this!

Back at the Cheney residence, she’d never seen him bring a woman home before.

But now…

Jasmine Yale slapped his hand away. “Stop it, I want to sleep.”

“What’s wrong, mad? Jasy, are you still as innocent?” Sylvan Cheney defied her, resting a hand on her shoulder.

His tone was suggestive, flirting.

“I don’t want to talk about this with you.”

“I didn’t have dinner.” He said casually.

“So…”

“Go heat up the hot pot and have dinner with me.”

“I ate already, I’m not accompanying you. Have your dinner by yourself.” Jasmine Yale’s attitude was aloof.

“Did you eat with Haynes?”

“Yes I did, what’s the issue?”

“Nothing.” Sylvan Cheney squinted his attractive eyes, leaned forward. “One day, I will devour you whole, clean to the bone, leaving no trace.”

“Pervert!”

Jasmine Yale pushed him away and jumped off the chair.

But before she could take a step, Sylvan Cheney dropped the hairdryer, lifted her in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom!

Her bed was covered with a layer of fluffy blanket, it felt very warm.

She just had a bath, her body filled with the scent of the shower gel.

Sylvan Cheney kissed her lips: “Are you really not going to have dinner with me?”

“As you please.” Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, not caring.

“Heartless.”

Sylvan Cheney curved his lips in a smirk, seizing the opportunity to slip his hand under her nightgown and squeeze her breast.

“What the hell are you doing! Get off!” Jasmine Yale flared up.

She raised her hand, throwing a pillow at him!

Seriously.

He was so shameless.

Really.

Sylvan Cheney caught the pillow, then finally headed out of the bedroom.

During those years, he had accompanied her to countless meals.

Now that he was asking her to dine with him, she was rejecting him.

Jasmine Yale opened her eyes again.

Although she had taken two sleeping pills from Haynes, with Sylvan’s arrival, all her sleepiness was gone.

She didn’t want his compensation, yet why did it feel so… excessive?

Was he taking it to her bed?

That was crossing the line.

Sylvan Cheney heated up the hot pot.

All throughout, he was frowning.

Jasmine Yale’s hot pot wasn’t exactly terrible, but the taste was dubious.

Sylvan Cheney couldn’t help but laugh and cry while eating it.

He served himself a bowl of rice, eating it haphazardly while shouting, “Jasy!”

Jasmine Yale heard him but didn’t respond.

“Jasmine Yale!” He called again.

“What are you calling me for?”

“Where’s the vinegar?” He couldn’t find it.

Jasmine Yale remembered, she hadn’t taken the newly-bought bottle of vinegar out of the shopping bag.

She jumped off the bed and got it from the kitchen for him.

“Here, take it,” she said indifferently.

Sylvan Cheney extended his hand, pulling her into his arms and had her sit on his lap.

He picked up a rib with his chopsticks for her, “Taste it for yourself, is this edible?”

Jasmine Yale frowned but ate it anyway.

“It’s pretty good. If you don’t like it, go out and eat then.” She wasn’t really in the mood to deal with him.

She knew he was picky. Too picky.

Who could afford to keep him?

As for her, she was easy to please, not so fussy. From fine dining to street food, she was good with anything.

It was only natural that he didn’t enjoy her hot pot.

“Don’t move.” Sylvan Cheney held her down, “I’ll just make do with it.”

Jasmine Yale shot him a contemptuous look.

“Eat your meal, I’m going back to sleep.” Jasmine Yale attempted to pry his hand off.

But as a result, he shoved another piece of pork rib into her mouth.