Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1172: She Rarely Acts Coquettishly with Him

Chapter 1172: Chapter 1172: She Rarely Acts Coquettishly with Him

"I like whatever you call me?" Sylvan Cheney looked at her flushed face, like a ripe red apple.

She was quite drunk.

Her small hand grasped his robe, shaking her head, "No."

Sylvan Cheney laughed in exasperation, "I have never seen anyone like you. I am going to carry you to bed."

"I haven’t finished speaking... I said I have been very angry these past few days..."

"Why are you angry?"

"You won’t let me go out."

"Alright, don’t be mad. From now on, I’ll let you go out."

"You have a bad memory. You won’t remember. You need to write it down, the kind that you can’t go back on. If you do, may lightning strike you."

"I won’t go back on it."

"Liar, you’re just a big liar. I have only just seen your true colors."

"..."

Jasmine Yale tugged at the collar of his robe, mumbling under her breath.

When she drank, she became talkative.

Probably too angry, she casually tore open the collar of his pajama top.

As it tore open, a small section of Sylvan Cheney’s sexy skin was exposed.

Sylvan Cheney swallowed hard, trying to suppress the fire inside, and grabbed her wrist, "You tear people’s clothes when you’re drunk, huh?"

Jasmine Yale was caught by the wrist, unable to move.

"You are so handsome..."

"So if you meet someone handsome, do you plan to tear their clothes too?" There was a glint in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes.

Jasmine Yale was scolded and pouted unhappily, "I just enjoy tearing your clothes! Tearing now, and will tear in the future too!"

"Do you know you’re being a hooligan? Shameless."

Sylvan Cheney smiled, patting her cheek with his hand.

"Um." Jasmine Yale rubbed against his open collar, her fuzzy head pressing against his chest, happy again, "Give me another chance, I want to smoke, drink, perm my hair, and be a hooligan..."

"I won’t give you that chance."

"That’s why I say you are bad." Jasmine Yale nibbled on his neck, like Puppy, "Absolutely horrible, very annoying."

Whenever she acted spoiled, Sylvan Cheney couldn’t hold back.

He endured it, his brows furrowing, struggling to keep it up.

It was rare for her to act spoiled with him, and he couldn’t quite control himself.

But he still tried to suppress it, as if there was a fire burning.

The carpet was soft, Jasmine Yale changed her position, like a little bunny diving into his embrace, moving around.

"Behave." Sylvan Cheney held her wrist, "Jasmine Yale, listen, when you go to Chicago, you are not allowed to touch cigarettes or alcohol."

"What about you in Landon?"

"..." He really knew how to bargain. Sylvan Cheney gently placated her, "I won’t."

"I don’t believe you, you’re just a liar. I found out long ago, you’re a liar, a big liar!"

"What did I lie to you about?"

"Flirting."

Sylvan Cheney laughed in frustration, "Look at yourself. Who is taking advantage of whom now, huh?"

She clung to his neck, refusing to let go, yet called him a cheat.

"It’s you who seduced me," Jasmine Yale pouted, unhappy.

Whatever she did was right.

"..." Sylvan Cheney found the little lady utterly unreasonable, yet she seemed to have a point.

But just her look made him take another glance.

For a moment, he forgot to leave.

Jasmine Yale leaned in his embrace, feeling very warm, tilting her head unwillingly to let go.

Her soft little paws clung to his clothes, hanging on him like an octopus.

She stopped talking, and he just quietly held her, not letting her fall.

His shoulders were broad and strong enough to support her.