Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1349: The Furious Sylvan Cheney

Chapter 1349: Chapter 1349: The Furious Sylvan Cheney

"Jasmine Yale, are you fucking degrading yourself?" Sylvan Cheney’s eyes were red, like a lion, staring down at Jasmine Yale.

He yelled at her, and she laughed in response, her laugh both charming and alluring.

"Why not, you know as well as I do, the best way to start forgetting someone is... one night stand, one, night, affair." Jasmine Yale enunciated each word slowly, her slightly swollen eyes blinking gently.

"You dare."

"Really, Mr. Cheney, I dare."

Sylvan Cheney suddenly became scared, he was most afraid of Jasmine Yale when she was calm like this.

The calmer she was, the more it meant she was not joking.

Her calmness carried seriousness, and within that seriousness, desperation, making her, Jasmine Yale, the most courageous to do things she had never done.

Across the ocean in Cakago, he couldn’t control her.

Sylvan Cheney became agitated, a fire building in his chest, growing fiercer and fiercer, he clenched his fists instinctively.

Jasmine Yale stopped looking at him, her gaze on the crystal light on the ceiling, her face full of weariness.

Sylvan Cheney’s anger was fully ignited by her, he stretched out his hand and swept all the bottles and jars on the table to the ground!

"Clang"—

Everything shattered.

A mess all over the floor.

A cut appeared on the back of his hand, and fresh blood flowed out, instantly filling the air with the smell of blood.

Sylvan Cheney’s temper reached a breaking point, an extreme.

"What’s getting into you?" Jasmine Yale disdainfully said, pulling over the blanket, trying to snuggle into it, "Is it that you can’t stand seeing me sleep with another man, if you can’t stand it, then marry me."

With that, she covered herself with the blanket.

In reality, she was scared.

She rarely ever irritated Sylvan Cheney to this extent, even flipping the entire table.

However, the blanket and pillow were saturated with his Agarwood Fragrance, lingering endlessly.

Jasmine Yale hid under the blanket, shivering.

Although he was like a sick tiger, he was still a tiger.

And her, though cloaked in wolf’s skin, was still a sheep.

He could devour her in minutes.

The only thing she was probably grateful for was that he didn’t hit women, otherwise, she would be in a terrible state.

The bedroom door was not closed, and Butler Santana, hearing the noise, was scared and ran upstairs!

She immediately saw the broken pieces on the floor and the furious Sylvan Cheney.

As for the instigator, she was hiding under the blanket, not daring to come out.

"Mr. Cheney, your hand is injured, let me help you with that," Butler Santana ran over nervously.

Sylvan Cheney brushed her off: "Get out."

"Mr. Cheney, the floor..."

"Get out!"

"Okay, okay, I’m going. Mr. Cheney, you haven’t taken your medicine today, remember to take it; the fever just subsided, you must take it," Butler Santana, scared, scrambled out.

In her eyes, Sylvan Cheney was always a gentleman, his emotions never surfacing, rarely lashing out at people unprovoked.

But now, Sylvan Cheney was annoyed, furious.

Butler Santana didn’t need to guess, they had argued.

This... Miss Yale just came back one day, and they already argued?

During this time, wasn’t Mr. Cheney longing day and night for Miss Yale? Why did they start arguing upon meeting? Shouldn’t it be a scene of tender affection under the moonlight?

Butler Santana really couldn’t understand.

She didn’t understand Sylvan Cheney’s thoughts, nor Jasmine Yale’s.

However, only Miss Yale had the skill to infuriate Mr. Cheney like this.

Judging by the situation, he was extremely angry.

Neither of them was yielding to the other, Butler Santana didn’t know what to say.

Mr. Cheney was still ill, how could he afford to be angry.

And Miss Yale too, how did she manage to enrage Mr. Cheney so?