Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1344 Like a Fairy

Chapter 1344: Chapter 1344 Like a Fairy

The temperature inside the car was very high, filled with a strong sense of love.

Sylvan Cheney stroked her hair with his hand, bowing his head to kiss the tip of her eyebrow.

"Jasmine Yale, don’t act coquettish with me, I’m not buying it," Sylvan said softly in her ear, "No amount of coquetry will work, just obediently go back to Cakago and study well."

"What about what happened tonight? Like it never happened?" Jasmine was very angry, "You’re not a man, you don’t want to take responsibility, right?"

"Yes, I never thought about taking responsibility, consenting adults."

"Bastard!" Jasmine cried, pounding with her fists on his chest, "What do you think I am? Hit it and quit it? Always like this. Why don’t you throw some money at me? Is that what you think I am? In your heart, am I that kind of woman?"

"Stop making a fuss."

Sylvan’s heart ached, and he reached out to pick up the clothes that had fallen on the ground.

"I’m not making a fuss, I just want to ask you, will you marry me?"

"No."

"Bastard!" Jasmine cried even harder.

He really didn’t want to marry her, really didn’t want her.

Jasmine felt a choking sensation in her chest, uncomfortable and suffocating, as if seaweed was entangled around her heart.

Sylvan said nothing, he tidied her up a bit, preparing to dress her.

In the narrow space, Jasmine’s breathing was rapid.

He dressed her, but she was uncooperative, shaking off his hand several times.

"Jasmine Yale, put on your clothes, I’ll send you back to the Cheney Residence."

"I won’t wear them." Jasmine suddenly hooked his neck, accurately found his lips, and took the initiative to kiss him.

Jasmine seldom took such an initiative; the most daring she’d ever been was on her twentieth birthday.

This proactive kiss instantly pulled Sylvan’s memories back to a few years ago, his heart thumped violently.

Jasmine didn’t know how to kiss; she just nibbled on his lips recklessly.

The fire in Sylvan that had just died down was now fully stoked by her, what a siren!

His eyes shifted, unable to bear it, he grabbed her head, turning from guest to host.

His skills were obviously much better than hers, after rolling around for a while, Jasmine melted like water in his arms.

Sylvan didn’t plan to do it again.

But Jasmine teased him, her little hand fumbling around.

"Sylvan Cheney, one more time..." Jasmine’s soft, sweet voice lingered in his ear, with a bewitching allure, truly like a siren, enchanting his entire body and soul.

Sylvan could no longer resist, just her voice was enough of a temptation.

This was the first time she had taken the initiative to make advances on him.

He exerted himself.

...

This time, not knowing how long had passed, Jasmine lay in his arms, sobbing quietly.

Not sure if he was too rough, or she was too satisfied, she sobbed and cursed him as a "bastard" while crying.

Sylvan really had no way with her; he rubbed his eyebrows.

His self-control crumbled in front of her; he couldn’t withstand a single coquettish word from her, or a flirtatious glance.

Indeed, a femme fatale.

And yet, he indulged in it.

He and she still had the same understanding as always, it’s just that she still didn’t know how to work with him, and he had to take the initiative throughout.

Jasmine was probably tired, pressing tightly against Sylvan’s chest, unwilling to get up, to let go, nor dare to sleep.

She feared that as soon as she fell asleep, he would discard her.

"Sylvan..." She suddenly called his name softly, her voice gentle and mellifluous, "I don’t want to leave."

At this call, Sylvan was utterly defenseless.