Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale rubbed his dark hair, afraid to wake him, she dared not move.

Sylvan Cheney leaned over to pick up the little tiger for Chale Cheney.

He stuffed the little tiger into Jasmine Yale’s hand, suddenly leaning in close to her.

In the dark, there was a dangerous and ominous curve at the corner of Sylvan Cheney’s lips.

Just when Jasmine Yale was engrossed —

He held her head and planted a kiss on her!

The kiss caught her off guard, Jasmine instinctively pushed him, but in public, she couldn’t make a scene.

His cool lips pressed against hers, rolling and grinding.

Her taste was as always.

Deeply stimulating every cell in his body.

Awakening, clamoring, brash.

Gradually, he pushed on the back of her head, kissing deeply.

Jasmine Yale’s body stiffened, Little Chale was still sleeping on her lap.

This is the projection hall!

She understood, Sylvan Cheney buying the last row was entirely intentional.

Moreover, there was no one else in the last row. He likely… bought out the whole row?

The palm of his hand carried a scorching temperature, like fire engulfing her shoulder.

Everywhere his hands touched, Jasmine Yale shivered, as if she had been set on fire.

Sylvan Cheney showed no signs of stopping!

Jasmine Yale shot out her hand in the dark and grabbed Sylvan Cheney randomly!

“Hiss…”

Sylvan Cheney frowned, gasped in surprise, only then let go of Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale had no idea where she had scratched.

Could it be his face?

Er…

Lowering his voice, Sylvan Cheney whispered in her ear, “One day, I’ll smooth out your claws.”

What a nerve.

Today she scratched his face, what about tomorrow?

He has been so good to her, is this how she treats him in return?

Jasmine Yale wiped her lips forcefully.

Her gesture evoked a bigger fury in Sylvan Cheney, sparks of anger shot out of him!

“Are you despising me?” he lowered his voice.

In the dark, his eyes carried an extremely dangerous message.

Jasmine Yale responded casually, “Yes, could you avoid touching me in the future?”

He must have kissed countless women.

The very thought of their intimate kiss disgusted her immensely.

He was still in Lonton just two days ago.

Especially at two in the morning when there was a woman calling out his name.

Sylvan Cheney was irritated.

He stood up abruptly, left the cinema, and lit a cigarette.

It was only after he left that Jasmine Yale let out a sigh of relief and gently patted little Chale’s back.

The animated feature was lengthy.

She became distracted after Sylvan Cheney kissed her.

Three years ago, if she intentionally held his hand, he would shirk it off quickly.

As innocent as a virgin.

For a man who mingled in the business, it was impossible for him to be a real virgin.

He just didn’t bother to touch her.

Now his needs for her were mainly physical.

He must be unwilling, right?

Having raised her for twelve years, he had to get something. When he grew tired of her, he would find a “good family” for her.

Jasmine Yale’s heart was as cold as ice.

Chale Cheney was sleeping soundly, sucking his tongue, his little paw was tightly wrapped around Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale was afraid he would catch a cold, so she wrapped him in her clothes.

By the time the animation ended, it was already past nine in the evening.

The night was cold, the fog thick.

Chale Cheney was still asleep.

Sylvan Cheney was already sitting in the car waiting for them.

Jasmine Yale carried Chale Cheney into the car and got in herself.

She promised little Chale that she would sleep with him tonight.

“I’ll hold him.” Sylvan Cheney took little Chale into his arms.

“Oh.”

Jasmine Yale’s arm was indeed a bit sore.

She noticed the easiness in the way Sylvan Cheney held the child. It seemed that he had been kind to little Chale in the past three years..