Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1325: Righteously Shameless

Chapter 1325: Chapter 1325: Righteously Shameless

Jasmine Yale reached out her hand, "I don’t want the betrothal gift; I want something else."

Sylvan Cheney turned his head and looked at her tender profile, "What do you want?"

"I want that ring."

"I won’t give it."

"Why won’t you give it? Why?" Jasmine Yale turned her head to meet his eyes, "Why won’t you give it?"

"What do you need the ring for?"

"To get married! Don’t people wear rings when they get married? I like that one! You don’t have to give me a betrothal gift; just give me the ring, okay?"

"I won’t give it."

"So stingy..." Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but exclaim.

He didn’t give it.

If he wouldn’t give it, then that was it.

It was his thing, after all; she couldn’t just steal it.

Jasmine Yale turned her head again, looking somewhat angrily at the fireworks.

From high up in the building, the surrounding scene was fully visible; a dizzying array of light and color, illumination and revelry.

Intersecting roads were lined with rows of bright streetlights, and cars shuttled back and forth.

The night in the city had its particular splendor.

"You should change your Weibo name when you have time," Jasmine Yale suddenly said, as if she had thought of something.

"Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney was puzzled by her seemingly irrelevant remark.

"I mean your Weibo name. Isn’t ’SJC’ okay? Why did you have to change it to that?" Jasmine Yale was too embarrassed to say it.

"You’re managing even my name?"

"It’s not that I particularly want to manage it; it’s just you being intentional. A perfectly good name, why change it? It’s obviously intentional."

"Yes, it’s intentional. So what?"

"You! You!" Jasmine Yale choked, never having seen someone so shamelessly self-assured.

That tone of voice, truly unapologetically brazen.

Jasmine Yale didn’t want to deal with him anymore.

She really found him annoying.

She continued to lean on the counter and watch the fireworks, her gaze misty, cheeks flushed.

Sylvan Cheney watched her, standing very close.

Her hand would occasionally touch his soft sweater, and sometimes, she thought about throwing herself into his arms.

"I’m returning to Cakago tomorrow. Since we’ve met, take good care of yourself," Jasmine Yale said, having had a few drinks, talking incessantly, sounding a bit melancholic, "Things will get better."

Everything would get better.

He would get better, and the Cheney Family would too.

After the storm, he would still be Landon’s king, and the Cheney Family would still be thriving.

The storm would soon pass.

"After I return to Cakago, I’ll get engaged to Mr. Carbon. If you don’t come, it’s fine; I’ll still be happy," Jasmine Yale said with a smile, curling the corners of her lips.

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes darkened.

The fireworks outside had finished, and now, the sky returned to silence and darkness.

His deep eyes looked at her, not speaking.

"You could bless me, you know. Your sister is getting married; her brother should be the happiest, right?"

"Of course." He uttered these two words lightly, his expression indifferent.

For some reason, at that moment, he furrowed his brows and his hand instinctively reached toward his pant pocket, wanting to pull out a pack of cigarettes.

But just as he touched the cigarette box, Jasmine Yale quickly snatched it away!

"Stop messing around; give it to me," he said, narrowing his long, slender eyes.

"Give me one, will you?"

"Stop it!"

"Then you shouldn’t smoke either," Jasmine Yale scolded, opening the window.

With a "snap," she threw his cigarette box out of the window, looking at him with a slightly spiteful expression.

Sylvan Cheney could only shake his head helplessly, not knowing what to do with her.

She then immediately pulled the curtains and walked over to the table.

With no cigarettes left, Sylvan Cheney had no choice but to put away the lighter and join her at the table.