Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1346 Eating Birth Control Pills is Even Worse for the Body

Chapter 1346: Chapter 1346 Eating Birth Control Pills is Even Worse for the Body

The car returned the same way, driving on the empty avenue.

Suddenly, silence engulfed the inside of the car, starkly different from the previous heated atmosphere.

If Jasmine Yale doesn’t speak, Sylvan Cheney wouldn’t have much to say either.

So, as long as she sits quietly, the surroundings would remain silent.

Jasmine Yale felt sticky and uncomfortable, coupled with a sore back and waist, she was quite exhausted.

But she still dared not sleep, fearing that once she woke up, she might not see him anymore.

He could really do that.

However, this man, his breath undisturbed, drove steadily as if nothing had happened.

Jasmine Yale lazily leaned against the window, pouting her lips.

The car gradually entered the bustling downtown area, illuminated brightly like daylight.

In the city center there was a large clock, Jasmine Yale looked up in a daze, and it was almost midnight.

They actually... had been at it for so long.

Jasmine Yale’s face turned red, and she looked down.

Reaching a long traffic light, Sylvan Cheney stopped the car.

He leaned his elbow on the window, waiting for the green light in silence, the sleeves of his sweater slightly rolled up, his eyes deep, exuding a noble and elegant aura.

As if contemplating something, he frowned, "Is it a safe day?"

"What?" Jasmine Yale didn’t react at first, looking up.

"The date."

Jasmine Yale then realized, her face drained of color rapidly, becoming very pale and dreadful.

"Sylvan Cheney, you!"

"If it isn’t a safe day, I’ll buy you some medicine from up ahead."

"Go away, open the door, I’m not going back to the Cheney Residence! Open the door." Jasmine Yale’s face looked horrible, she unbuckled the seatbelt and began pounding on the door.

"Stop it!" Sylvan Cheney snapped harshly, leaning over to fasten her seatbelt again.

"Sylvan Cheney, you are inhumane!"

Jasmine Yale cried, feeling choked up and increasingly uncomfortable.

Right then, the green light turned on, Sylvan Cheney pressed on the gas pedal and drove past.

"How could you do this, how could you be like this..." Jasmine Yale lay down, sobbing incessantly, tears streaming down.

She even started to doubt Joe Heath’s words, how could Sylvan Cheney be like this.

"Is it?" Sylvan Cheney asked again with a stern tone.

"You clearly know that I’m not in good health, taking birth control pills is even worse for me."

"Take care of your health after we return, one time won’t matter." Sylvan Cheney suddenly sighed, "I’m sorry."

"How do you know it won’t matter? If I can’t have babies after taking it, will you take responsibility? You only care about your own happiness, you never thought about me."

"..." Sylvan Cheney knowing he was at fault, frowned.

On the way, he didn’t buy her any medication, and drove her back to the Cheney Residence.

The lotus lights at the Cheney Residence were exceptionally bright, illuminating the outside brightly.

Sylvan Cheney drove into the garage, then unbuckled his seatbelt.

"We’ve arrived, get out." he reminded her.

"Do you really want me to leave?" Jasmine Yale stroked the seatbelt, unwilling to move.

Under the lights, her bright eyes stared intensely at his cold, handsome face.

"What are you doing staying at the Cheney Residence? Huh?" Sylvan Cheney retorted.

"To be with you."

"Be with me? Does Sylvan Cheney need company?"

"Don’t you need me?"

"..."

"Sylvan Cheney, this time, you also say that I’m shameless. Yes, it’s quite shameless, forcing you to keep me here. You know, I, Jasmine Yale, am temperamental and have my pride. Now shamelessly clinging onto you, so, I ask you one last time, do you want me to stay?" Jasmine Yale looked at him.