Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1341: She Fell, Completely Submerged

Chapter 1341: Chapter 1341: She Fell, Completely Submerged

"It’s really him." Sylvan Cheney sneered.

Jasmine Yale was startled, then had a sudden realization, and got very angry: "Liar!"

She finally understood that in front of the old cunning fox, she was just a little white rabbit.

She couldn’t outplay Sylvan Cheney.

Ever since she met him, she was completely devoured by him.

Screech—

The tires of the car rubbed against the ground and suddenly stopped in an empty space on the side, just right in a dark, deserted place.

Jasmine Yale rubbed the seat belt fearfully, very scared.

Sylvan Cheney turned on the light inside the car.

With the light on, he could clearly see every expression on her face.

Likewise, she could also see his cold and distinct face, with sharp and resolute lines.

Sylvan Cheney leaned over the center space, tilting his body towards her, trapping her underneath him.

As he approached, she smelled his unique masculine scent, and her entire being fell apart.

"Stay away."

The corners of Sylvan Cheney’s lips curled up: "Tell me, what did Joe Heath say to you?"

"He didn’t say anything."

"Not being honest." Sylvan Cheney patted her cheek.

He suddenly took out a white pill, pinching it between his fingers: "I bought the antidote, tell me, and I will give it to you."

Jasmine Yale’s eyes reddened, like a little lioness, she lunged at him!

"Give it to me!"

"Give it to me!"

She stretched out her hand to snatch it.

But the pill was held in Sylvan Cheney’s palm, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seize it.

Instead, several times, her cheek brushed against his face, and their lips almost touched.

Jasmine Yale was in agony, unable to endure such torment.

Her hands clutched at his sweater: "Sylvan Cheney, give it to me, please..."

"Want it?"

"Yes..."

"Alright."

Saying this, Sylvan Cheney lowered his head and sealed her lips.

His hand loosened, and the pill in his palm fell to the ground, and with it, her clothes.

Then did Jasmine Yale realize what his "alright" meant.

She tried to push him away in panic, however, subconsciously, the drug’s effect was wreaking havoc.

His pheromone scent spread to her nostrils; she was seduced, utterly lost.

Her small head was grasped by him, his strong chest pressing against her.

He tore off her clothes, just like he had said, if he let her go at this point, would he still be a man?

Jasmine Yale’s mind went blank, they hadn’t done it for a long time, almost two years.

The drug was too potent, she was like a deer caught in a marsh, sinking deeper and deeper...

"The light..." Her eyes misty, she glanced at the car’s bright light, her voice hoarse, "Turn it off..."

If tomorrow were the end of the world, then tonight could be a celebration.

Sylvan Cheney reached out, turning off the car light.

The Rolls-Royce was engulfed in darkness.

There were no streetlights outside, pitch-black all around, serene and silent.

This drug could truly make one deeply addicted, beyond self-extraction, Jasmine Yale felt as if floating in the clouds, experiencing the joy of this act for the first time.

Even the moment he entered, she had no idea.

The night was deep, quiet like water.

Long after, Sylvan Cheney held her in his arms.

Her hair mixed with a light sweat was sticking to Jasmine Yale’s forehead, and she bit him.

"Hisss—"

Sylvan Cheney winced in pain, frowned, looked down, and with a large hand, he ruffled her fluffy little head: "Born in the year of the dog? Hmm?"

Jasmine Yale cried with a sob, the sound echoing continuously in the darkness.

She didn’t cry earlier, but now she was crying fiercely.

The effect of the drug had faded, and the controlling influence over her will had vanished; she was now clear-headed.