Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1402: Extinguish the Fire You Flirted with Yourself

Chapter 1402: Chapter 1402: Extinguish the Fire You Flirted with Yourself

Cheney Residence.

Under the brightly lit balcony, Jasmine Yale finished the durian crepe Sylvan Cheney had brought her.

Maybe it was too delicious, Sylvan approached from behind without her noticing.

"You didn’t eat much for dinner, but you finished the crepe." Sylvan gave her a glance.

Jasmine clapped her hands, giggling, "I haven’t had it for a long time, it’s really good."

"Like it a lot?"

"Mhm."

"Let me have a taste." Sylvan bent down and pecked on her lips, biting gently onto her rosy lips.

Jasmine was caught off guard.

Her face flushed, she wrapped her arms around Sylvan’s neck, deepening the kiss on her own initiative.

Her initiative always made Sylvan impatient.

Soon, he wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her horizontally into the bedroom.

They already shared a special tacit understanding; Jasmine knew what he wanted and patiently cooperated.

Sylvan pressed her down on the bed and made love to her once.

In the tender moments of close whispering, their intimacy was entwining and lingering.

During winter, Jasmine’s hands and feet were cold, but lately, after sleeping with Sylvan every night, the condition had improved a lot.

After the lovemaking, she snuggled in his arms, rubbing against him.

Sylvan held her in his arms, warming her cool hands and feet.

"Honey, is it okay if I work at your corporation after I graduate?" Jasmine asked with twinkling eyes.

"One moment you want to open a store, the next you want a job. You’re so indecisive."

"Am I not allowed to go out or have whims?"

"..."

"Take me out tomorrow, okay? I don’t want to stay at home anymore. Take me to your office; I won’t run around, I’ll just stay there."

"We’ll see."

"Is that okay?" Jasmine persisted, sticking close to him.

"..." Sylvan didn’t say anything.

Jasmine turned around boldly and, catching him off guard, bit him on the chest just like he would do to her.

"Mmm..." Sylvan furrowed his brows, cradling her head as the passion he suppressed flared up again, "Jasmine Yale, who taught you that, huh?"

Jasmine gently bit him with her teeth, "Will you agree, will you, will you?"

"Quite the nerve."

She’d resort to this trick if he didn’t agree.

His self-control was usually good, but not as strong as he imagined when they were in bed together.

Even if they had just made love.

If he didn’t give in, she would continue to tease him, mimicking how he usually tormented her.

Sylvan completely lost control, flipped over, and pressed her down.

"Jasmine Yale, growing bolder by the minute, planning to reach the skies?" Sylvan’s voice was hoarse with impulse and restraint.

"Then just agree to my request, it’s no skin off your back," argued Jasmine, "I’m really bored at home. You’ve only taken me to the beach once in so many days."

"Then go back to Cakago!"

At Sylvan’s words, Jasmine’s expression changed.

She pushed him away and swiftly grabbed a piece of clothing before jumping off the bed.

The word "Cakago" had become taboo in her heart; she didn’t want him to mention it, and his mentioning it make her uncomfortable.

It even made her lose the mood for being intimate with him.

Jasmine ran out, wrapped in a piece of clothing, her face not looking too good.

Sylvan had been roused by her, but she ran away.

He leaped after her in a bound.

A few steps later, he grabbed her from behind and pressed her against the wall in the hallway.

"Flirt and run?" Sylvan’s voice was husky.

Jasmine stayed silent, hanging her head in sorrow.

"Fine, I’ll take you to Cheney’s tomorrow." Sylvan lifted her face, "The fire you’ve lit, you extinguish it."

Jasmine bit her lip, casting him a disdainful look, then stood on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck.