Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1329: Sleep in His Arms

Chapter 1329: Chapter 1329: Sleep in His Arms

Just like in previous years, when they were free, they would sit and chat.

However, back then, it was mostly her talking while he listened.

Sylvan Cheney suddenly gripped her wrist that was holding the wine glass, his eyes blazing as he looked at her.

Jasmine Yale’s gaze flickered, her expression half-drunk and half-awake, "Aren’t you supposed to teach me? Go ahead and teach, is this how I feed you?"

She tried to lift her wrist, but Sylvan Cheney pressed it down.

The next second, he gripped her hand, lifted it, and took a sip of red wine.

Before Jasmine Yale could react, his large hand pressed down on her fuzzy little head and fed her the wine from his mouth.

His lips were icy cold, as was the wine.

Caught off guard, Jasmine Yale wasn’t ready at all!

This was clearly something only couples would do!

"Mmm..." she frowned, shaking her head vehemently.

She suddenly remembered, the wine in her glass was drugged, she couldn’t drink it!

Her mind buzzed, and the red wine in her hand almost spilled.

His cold lips touched her rosy, soft lips, feeling like an electric current sliding through.

A sip of wine stuck in her throat, she was forced to tilt her head back, swallowing the wine completely.

Thankfully, it was just a small sip.

"Cough, cough." Jasmine Yale coughed lightly, wiping her lips, her eyebrows knitted.

Sylvan Cheney squinted his eyes at her, "Have you learned it?"

"You have no shame."

"I’ve always been quite shameless."

"You’re very familiar with this, must have played many times," Jasmine Yale glared at him.

No matter what, this man always appeared very serious on the surface, solemn and reserved, yet beneath that façade, he was unexpectedly reckless.

He fed her the wine in one smooth, natural motion.

"With my talent, do I need to play many times to learn something I can pick up just by watching twice? Huh?" Sylvan Cheney looked at her.

"You know quite a bit."

"Yes, quite a bit, but it’s a shame there’s no chance now, otherwise I wouldn’t mind taking you through all of it," Sylvan Cheney’s lips slightly curled.

Jasmine Yale had seen the pleasure-seeking of the wealthy before, like the last time in the clubhouse when she witnessed Joe Heath and his friends punishing Kamila Zahir.

Those were beyond her imagination.

Joe Heath playing like that, she didn’t mind.

But a person like Sylvan Cheney, it simply didn’t fit.

But... it didn’t matter to her anymore.

Her hand still held the glass of red wine steadily, her eyes shimmering with a glossy gleam, both clear and bright.

Sylvan Cheney’s sweater was very soft and comfortable, at this moment what she wanted the most was to snuggle in his arms and sleep.

Like a lazy cat, just sleep.

At this moment, a touch of tired laziness also appeared in her eyes.

But she didn’t know, how enchanting and alluring she looked in his eyes.

Sylvan Cheney swallowed, suppressing the tumultuous blood and impulses in his body.

"I’ll feed you." Jasmine Yale shook the stem glass in her hand, looking at him.

"Hmm."

Her talent wasn’t good, she just took a small sip of red wine imitating his actions, then put down the glass.

Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her rosy lips pressing against his.

Her proactive demeanor, Sylvan Cheney couldn’t control.

With a sip of wine swallowed, he bit her lip and refused to let go.

Jasmine Yale frowned, desperately trying to pull back, but Sylvan Cheney didn’t release, still nibbling on her lip.

Jasmine Yale suddenly realized she made a fatal mistake, if he didn’t let her escape, she couldn’t escape.

Just like now.