Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1350: Only Indulged Her Alone

Chapter 1350: Chapter 1350: Only Indulged Her Alone

In the bedroom, Jasmine Yale was shivering under the covers, too terrified to breathe loudly.

Sylvan Cheney strode forward, reaching out to pull back her blanket, his cold gaze landing on her.

Feeling a chill, Jasmine Yale curled up into a ball, not daring to look at him.

She was prepared to be scolded by him, keeping silent with her head lowered.

"Do you want to stay?" he asked indifferently.

Jasmine nodded.

"Jasmine Yale, I didn’t know you had the audacity to be this shameless."

She lifted her head, her eyes watery as they met his furious face, her expression defiant as if she feared nothing.

Perhaps, in his entire life, he had only ever indulged her.

Anyone who angered him never ended well, but she was an exception.

From childhood, she had infuriated him countless times.

"I’ve only ever been shameless with you," Jasmine said discontentedly, sitting on his large bed like a doll.

"You’ve got some nerve, learning to threaten me now."

"I’m not threatening you, I’m just telling the truth. You surely wouldn’t push me away and expect me to remain chaste," Jasmine casually twirled her long hair with her fingers.

"What if I don’t buy this act? Jasmine Yale, do you know, daring to threaten me will not end well."

"I even drugged you, let’s settle all our scores at once," Jasmine said brazenly.

Sylvan Cheney truly was infuriated by her, he looked down at the girl sitting on the bed, fire blazing in his eyes.

"Jasmine Yale, I really want to throw you out of the window."

"You’ve said that to me before, go ahead, throw me," Jasmine continued to provoke.

For the first time, she confronted him this directly.

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes were bloodshot, looking coldly at Jasmine Yale.

Indeed, fearless.

Thus, the two confronted each other for a few minutes.

Their eyes locked, the air thick with tension.

After a while, Jasmine shamelessly jumped down from the bed, grabbed his hand, "You’re bleeding, let me help you with that."

"No need!" Sylvan Cheney pulled away and walked out of the bedroom!

"Hey!" Jasmine wanted to follow, but he was already far away.

Jasmine didn’t know if upon waking, he would still ask her to leave, but at least for this moment, he wouldn’t.

She walked barefoot on the soft carpet to the large wardrobe, casually flipping through it.

His wardrobe was still the same, half his, half hers.

Previously, seeing women’s clothes, she thought they were prepared for his wife, now realizing, each piece was her size.

Including pants, shoes, all fitted for her size.

As if tailor-made for her.

Jasmine sighed, her fingers wandering over the clothes.

She picked a light blue pajama, clutching the clothes as she entered the bathroom.

She filled the bathtub with hot water, added fragrant rose essential oil, then contentedly bathed.

No matter if there’s a storm or downpour tomorrow, since he chose to face it, then she... could accompany him.

She didn’t know if it was the comfort of the hot water or her sheer exhaustion tonight, she lay in the bathtub and fell asleep.

In her sleep, Jasmine was like a tranquil mermaid, lying still, her face serene.

The air was filled with white mist and the fragrance of essential oils, the surroundings damp, like a fairyland.

The dim yellow light in the bathroom gently illuminated her face, making it look even sweeter.

She slept deeply.

So much so, that when Sylvan Cheney entered, she didn’t notice.