Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1326: Are You Afraid I’ll Eat You?

Chapter 1326: Chapter 1326: Are You Afraid I’ll Eat You?

The fireworks had ended, just like how Michelia blooms marked the end of the flowering season, traceless.

Jasmine Yale sat back down at the table, her face showing utter boredom as she supported her cheek with one hand and gently caressed her wine glass with the other.

The red wine shimmered with a dim luster under the light.

Sylvan Cheney sat down across from her, his eyes landing on her face.

"Mr. Cheney, when I was little and made mistakes, you liked to scold me. What about now, what would you do if I made a mistake now?"

"It depends on the situation."

"Serious?"

"If it’s serious, be prepared to beg me."

"And if it’s not?" Jasmine curved her lips slightly.

"If it’s not serious, I can let it slide." Sylvan eyed her, "Why, thinking of doing something?"

"Not really, just asking." Jasmine smiled, "I’m so obedient, how could I possibly make a mistake, right?"

"If only you were obedient, I’d have fewer worries."

"How can you say that about me? At least when I’m sick, I obediently take my medicine, get IV drips, and take care of myself, following the doctor’s advice. I wouldn’t act like some people, childishly stubborn."

Sylvan’s lips curved upwards in a gentle, soft expression.

Jasmine pointed to the wine glass in front of him, "This wine is specially bought by me, give it a try, I think it’s good."

"Do you drink often in Cakago?"

Jasmine shook her head vigorously, "No, I’m very obedient in Cakago."

"Obedient to whom?"

As soon as Sylvan asked, he regretted it.

Jasmine didn’t mind and just casually said, "Obedient to everyone."

The night was tranquil, the warmth in the bedroom mingling with the aroma of red wine and essential oils.

It seemed, nights like these were perfect for a chat.

If possible, she wanted to sit with him like this all night.

He didn’t seem as fierce in her eyes anymore; instead, his smile was somewhat mesmerizing.

"Try it, it’s quite good. Although not as good as the wine at your place, it’s still tasty." Jasmine gestured towards the glass in front of him.

Sylvan tapped his long fingers lightly on the table.

He squinted playfully, "Drinking alone with another person lacks ambiance."

"What kind of ambiance do you want, what kind of ambiance can we have between us?"

"You’re right, having known each other for so many years." Sylvan curled his lips, bending a finger, "Come here!"

Jasmine’s cheeks blushed red, and she shook her head, "I’m not coming over, you’re very naughty."

"..." Sylvan knew she was a little drunk, her eyes all misty, "Afraid I’ll devour you? Hmm?"

His voice was low and sexy, very enticing.

Jasmine chuckled, "Haven’t seen you in a year, who knows if you’re a good or bad guy now."

"Bad? If I were bad, you wouldn’t just be sitting here chatting with me, but over there."

Saying so, Sylvan pointed towards the bed.

Jasmine’s face flushed, "Can we speak properly? Cheers."

She raised her glass, wanting to clink it with his.

However, Sylvan showed no courtesy.

"I’ve come all this way to chat with you, shouldn’t you at least feed me the drink?" Sylvan said flatly.

Even though it was a very cheeky remark, he said it so seriously it seemed like the truth.

Jasmine paused, "How am I supposed to feed you, so annoying, even need someone to feed you a drink."

"Come here." Sylvan waved her over.

Seeing that he hadn’t even had a sip of his drink, Jasmine stood up and walked towards him.