Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1253: Don’t... Don’t Mess Around...

Chapter 1253: Chapter 1253: Don’t... Don’t Mess Around...

"Who said I want to buy clothes? I have plenty, don’t need to buy any," she looked at him with feigned arrogance.

Sylvan Cheney’s hands paused for a moment, his profound gaze shining with meaningful light that fell on her face, unwavering.

Jasmine Yale felt goosebumps under his stare.

She had no ground to stand on in front of him; whether it was his presence or demeanor, both overwhelmed her by miles.

Feeling his gaze, she felt uneasy.

"Not going? If we’re not going, then I’ll head to the office," Sylvan Cheney’s voice was smooth, but laced with pressure throughout.

"Are you truly taking me to buy clothes?" Jasmine gripped the chair, her little hand constantly stroking it, waiting for his response.

"Isn’t it a reward?"

"Oh, so it’s not sincere? It’s because I wanted to come?" Jasmine got angry. How could there be such an inept man at conversation, unable to coax her even a little?

"..."

Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow.

"Not going?" he asked again.

"I’m not going!" Jasmine too had her temper; she turned her head away, decisively avoiding his gaze, and stared at the desk lamp, "You go to the office then. I won’t waste your precious time. I know you’re busy; it’s my fault for being unreasonable."

She sat with her back to him, angrily propping her cheek with her hand as she watched the desk lamp.

The light from the lamp was not harsh, but her heart fluctuated with discomfort.

Having him accompany her, as if it were her unreasonable demand.

If someone unaware heard about it, they might think she was clinging to him every day, being childish.

Sylvan Cheney took a step forward, hanging the clothes over his arm, then moved beside her, reaching out to remove her school jacket.

His large, warm, and dominant hand reached for the buttons on her school uniform with strength and speed.

"What are you doing..."

Jasmine, unfamiliar with such a situation, panicked, her face turning pale as she covered herself.

But the buttons of her school jacket were undone by him, and underneath was a white turtleneck sweater.

Seamlessly, his hand removed her jacket and tossed it onto the bed.

Jasmine got angry, jumping up from the chair and glaring at him with wary eyes, "Don’t mess around..."

It was Sylvan Cheney’s fingers that stopped mid-air.

Mess around?

He hadn’t had any such intention, but now his throat moved, his gaze sliding down from her cheek, before finally, he looked away.

Jasmine leaped to the edge of the bed, grabbed a pillow, and hurled it at him.

"Get out, get out! I didn’t know you were this kind of person!"

Sylvan Cheney caught the pillow and tossed it aside.

"What kind of person am I?" He narrowed his eyes, watching her with evident amusement.

Jasmine’s face turned red.

"If you don’t change, how can we go out?" His eyes deep, he spoke lightly, "Do you intend to go shopping with me in your school uniform?"

Jasmine’s face grew redder, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

He hadn’t thought in certain directions, it was she who had overreacted.

It was like admitting guilt where there was none.

"You have three minutes to change. If you can’t manage, I’ll come in and help you change," Sylvan’s tone carried commands and directions.

Having said that, he glanced at her, tossed the clothes he’d picked back to her.

Turned around, and left.

That day, Jasmine finally changed clothes and went out with him.

Privately, she wanted to be with him.

He too had changed his clothes, his tie undone, and as they walked side by side, her heart was filled with warmth.

He took her to a big shopping mall, patiently accompanying her as she shopped.