Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 134
Chapter 134: Chapter 134 Why Are You Climbing My Bed?
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His face was shrouded in gloom, like the sky before a downpour in June.
Who did she want to have a child with?
Or rather, who did she want to sleep with?
After a long while, Jasmine Yale finally appeared, holding young Chale.
She seemed tired, but mostly, she was filled with happiness.
Perhaps the bath was too comforting, Chale Cheney fell asleep in a daze.
Jasmine put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and prepared to take a bath herself.
She took her pajamas and walked past the living room.
Walking through the living room, she inevitably had to pass by the sofa.
As she bowed her head and walked past, Sylvan Cheney forcefully pulled her into his arms.
Her pajamas fell to the floor.
“Mr. Cheney, there’s a child here, don’t you feel that you should restrain yourself a bit?” Jasmine Yale angrily looked at him.
Sylvan Cheney held her in his arms, supporting her buttocks, and settled her onto his lap.
Face to face.
This pose made Jasmine Yale very uncomfortable, her face turned red. Although she had closed the bedroom door, what if Chale suddenly ran out?! Sylvan Cheney wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. “Restraint… how is it written?”
Jasmine Yale cursed under her breath, then said coldly- –
“Mr. Cheney, little Chale knows your wife and son. Kids can say anything, if it
gets to your wife, it won’t look too good, would it?”
“Have I done anything to you?” Sylvan Cheney asked, looking at her leisurely. As he spoke, his hot breath fell on her face.
Jasmine Yale put her hand against his chest.
“Mr. Cheney, if you’re feeling lonely in Landon, you can find the little princess.” Jasmine Yale was very embarrassed, but her strength was no match for Sylvan
Cheney. She resisted against his chest, trying her best to stay away from him. However, she could clearly feel a firm object pressing against her abdomen. Her face flushed even more.
Sylvan Cheney lifted his hand, his slender fingers caressing the contours of her face: “They are not as beautiful as you.
“So, you want me?” Jasmine Yale looked at him.
“Yes.”
“Well then, Mr. Cheney, this time you better not ask me to leave.”
Jasmine Yale lifted her hand and began to take off her jacket.
She knew that what Sylvan Cheney wanted, nobody could refuse.
She quickly removed her denim jacket and threw it on the ground.
There were not many ripples on her face, on the contrary, there was a charm and allure that was not usually there.
“Mr. Cheney, tell me, how many times do I have to sleep with you to pay off the favor of twelve years?” Jasmine Yale asked indifferently.
It’s just the favor of twelve years of support, right? She would pay it back.
She began to remove her T-shirt.
Just as she was about to take off her shirt, Sylvan Cheney clasped her chin. “Why did you climb into my bed three years ago?”
Jasmine Yale disdainfully replied, “I was drunk.”
“No other reasons?”
“Hmm? Other reasons…” Jasmine Yale chuckled, “Greed for your money.”
Sylvan Cheney exerted force, his face dark and menacing.
Jasmine Yale’s chin ached sharply. He was displeased with her answer?
Does he expect her to say… it was because she loved him?
Yes, it was because she loved him. But her love was of no worth in his eyes. Since it was of no worth, why trample on the word anymore?
She confessed her feelings to him, but he refused; it was her birthday, but he didn’t return; she climbed into his bed, and he left the next day; she was pregnant, and he made her have an abortion.
If he didn’t love her, why should she act like a fool?
Talking about feelings is so tacky, talking about money… is much better.
“Want money?” Sylvan Cheney’s icy gaze fell on her face..
