Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1390: Nestling in His Arms and Acting Coquettishly

Chapter 1390: Chapter 1390: Nestling in His Arms and Acting Coquettishly

As the door opened, a chill breeze swept in.

Jasmine Yale was taken aback for a moment, and while she was looking towards the door, Sylvan Cheney closed it once again.

In Jasmine’s hands still held chips, feeling as if caught red-handed.

Just as she braced herself for a scolding from him, Sylvan suddenly approached her, his large hand pressing down on her shoulder, and a passionate, lingering kiss landed on her lips.

Jasmine was startled, the chips in her hand "snap" fell to the ground.

Completely unprepared.

Sylvan’s lips were cold, but upon pressing against her warm lips, they quickly turned fiery.

He pressed her against the couch, cradling her head in his hands.

This sudden kiss threw Jasmine into a daze, but, she did not smell alcohol on Sylvan.

Besides, this time, he kissed her more forcefully, more invested, more domineering than ever before.

It was as if he wanted to meld her into his very being.

Initially, Jasmine was a bit out of it, but soon closed her eyes and responded to him.

She and he had an understanding, clearly knowing what the other desired.

Around the couch, the temperature began to rise, as if a fire encircled them.

Sylvan seemed not satisfied with just one kiss, he scooped her up in a princess carry, and headed upstairs.

Jasmine wrapped her arms around his neck, seeing the fierce passion in his deep eyes.

She knew what he was about to do.

When she looked at him, he also glanced at her with a gaze that slightly curved his lips upward.

He was holding Jasmine Yale, the Jasmine Yale that belonged only to him.

Seeing him smile, Jasmine also smiled, hugging his neck tightly, her face blushing slightly: "Don’t go too wild."

"Are you sure?"

"..." Jasmine’s face turned even redder.

Lately, being with Sylvan Cheney, she had also become shamelessly bold.

Before, she never had these thoughts.

Upstairs.

He turned on the light, closed the door, and laid her on the large bed, his whole body weighing down on her.

He bit her earlobe gently, and Jasmine trembled softly, gradually sinking into tenderness under his large hands.

The atmosphere in the room quickly heated up.

Jasmine didn’t know what was up with this man tonight, kissing her without a word as soon as he returned.

Did he see something outside that he shouldn’t have?

So, he came back in a rush?

Sylvan, pinning her small head down, squinted slightly, and nipped at her chin: "Focus."

Caught in the act, Jasmine’s face blushed again, and she wound her arms around his waist.

An enchanting room.

The floor was covered with discarded clothes.

...

Afterward, Sylvan Cheney held her in his arms, tightly embracing her.

Jasmine was held in his embrace, twirling a strand of hair with her little hand, her cheeks flushed, still not quite recovered from everything that had just transpired.

Sylvan lowered his head and kissed her neck twice.

Jasmine, tickled, giggled: "No more kissing."

"Snuck some chips?" Sylvan’s rich, deep voice slowly echoed in her ears.

"Um, just one bag."

"I told you to eat less or you’ll blame me for getting fat later on."

"Just this once, just this once," Jasmine cooed in his arms, "pretend you didn’t see it, okay?"

"How come I didn’t know you were so good at acting cute, I really don’t know what you learned from going abroad."

"You spoil me," Jasmine’s voice was still a bit hoarse.

"Everything is my fault, huh?"

"Yes!"

Sylvan’s lips curved upwards, he tilted his head and kissed her cheek.