Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1333: He is a Responsible Man

Chapter 1333: Chapter 1333: He is a Responsible Man

She leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, "Mr. Cheney, are you asleep?"

Still, there was no response.

She straightened her waist, her small hand fumbled in his pants pocket for a moment.

Easily, she found his cellphone.

Using his fingerprint to unlock it, she opened the contact list, Jasmine Yale’s fingers trembling uncontrollably.

With a slight flip, she saw Joan Harry’s name.

She sent Joan Harry a message: Heavenly Blessing Hotel, 1509, I’ll wait for you.

After sending it, she quickly deleted it, her body shaking violently, the alcohol partly awakening her.

She replaced his cellphone in its original spot and, seeing that he hadn’t awakened, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and rushed towards the door.

The drug she had administered would take effect in a few minutes, she could stay no longer.

It was her first time doing something like this, her legs still shaking as she ran out of the room.

Perhaps it was the excess alcohol, she leaned against the wall, feeling dizzy and somewhat feverish.

Right... while she was making him drink, she had drunk a little herself.

Though she had only added one pill, it definitely had an effect, she needed to go downstairs to get some fresh air.

The cool air would surely rid her of this oppressive heat!

Jasmine Yale’s legs trembled, as if walking on cotton, unable to speed up, she could only lean on the wall and move step by step towards the elevator.

The night wasn’t deep yet, and the outside was still lively with bright lights.

The trembling in her chest, mixed with a slight stabbing pain, could not be suppressed.

"Sylvan Cheney, you won’t blame me, will you..." Jasmine Yale murmured, dragging her body to the elevator and pressing the button, "You surely won’t blame me, you can’t bear to blame me..."

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, with a bitter curve at the edge.

He wouldn’t blame her.

The pain in her chest was severe.

Jasmine Yale clutched her left chest, her hand propped against the wall.

She knew he was a responsible man, if he ended up in bed with Joan Harry, he would surely take responsibility and marry her...

It would be the best of both worlds, everything would be alright.

This time, she had personally pushed him away.

He rejected her as a mercy; her pushing him away was also a mercy.

"Sylvan Cheney... stay well..." she cried.

Tears fell from her eyes, "plop" "plop," landing on the back of her hand.

He needed to stay well, live a long, happy life.

Standing at the pinnacle of the Landon business world, he was still prestigious and elegant.

She didn’t regret making this decision.

She didn’t want to see him fall into distress, did not want to see his haggard appearance.

Ten years in prison, how many decades does a lifetime have? She couldn’t bear to let him spend it in jail.

In the future, he and Miss Harry would cultivate feelings, get married, have children, everything would get better.

"Ding—"

The elevator arrived.

Jasmine Yale walked in absentmindedly, both hands supporting herself against walls.

The elevator was empty, but there was a mirror.

In the mirror, Jasmine Yale’s eyes were red and swollen, her face marked with tear stains, her gaze blank and bewildered.

Jasmine Yale felt intensely restless and itchy all over, as if thousands of ants were crawling on her, extremely uncomfortable.

She furrowed her brow, supporting herself against the wall.

Her mind stayed blank; she knew Joan Harry would come.

She wasn’t sure how strong the drug was, but knew it was enough to ignite passion between two people.

Tears rolled down from her eyes once more.

She hugged her arms tightly, slowly closing her eyes.

The scent of Agarwood Fragrance seemed to still linger on her clothes...