Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 70
Chapter 70: Chapter 070 Cheney Sylvan, Get Out!
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Then, someone laughed as if playing a mischievous prank.
It was a faint smile, but it left Jasmine Yale stunned.
She seldom saw Sylvan Cheney smile. Even during the twelve years they had spent together, he rarely smiled.
Since she met him, he seemed to carry a heavy burden.
On the rare occasions when he did smile, the smile was fleeting and faint, barely noticeable.
But each time, she would leap with joy, feeling as if she had found a treasured possession.
That’s what it felt like to love someone. Every time he smiled, she felt as if the whole world became brighter and more splendid, like fireworks lighting up the sky.
Regrettably, he didn’t often smile.
Resuming her focus, Jasmine tried to avoid him.
“Mr. Cheney, you really are drunk.”
If he weren’t drunk, he wouldn’t say such things to her, a stranger.
If he weren’t drunk, he wouldn’t forget his status as a married man with kids.
If he wasn’t drunk, he wouldn’t be flirting with her or making such affectionate gestures!
In her eyes, Sylvan Cheney was akin to a God – rational, restrained, cool, and calm.
“Don’t move!” he ordered her. “This man is your senior. Who was the previous one?”
Jasmine was shocked. “Have you been spying on me?”
“Unnecessary,” he denied.
“Sylvan, can’t you be a gentleman? What is the meaning of spying on me? If you did it, own up to it!”
Ever since he returned home, he would always appear in front of her.
There couldn’t be that many coincidences!
“A gentleman? Am I not enough of a gentleman? What did I do to you…”
“Sylvan, speak properly.”
“Hmm? Am I not speaking properly? You don’t like this? How about this…”
As he spoke, Sylvan’s hand slid down and into her blouse.
His hand was cold. The shock made Jasmine jump from her chair!
Brushing off his hand, she was thoroughly furious!
“Get lost, Sylvan, get lost!” Jasmine roared, her eyes reddening.
What did he take her for?
She admitted, three years ago, drunk, she had climbed into his bed.
But she had already paid a painful price for her mistake…
So now, three years later, did he see her as a woman fit to be flirted with by just anyone?
Or someone anyone could sleep with?
Jasmine was heartbroken, her icy eyes fixated on Sylvan.
He was not completely drunk, just partially.
“Are you mad?”
Sylvan stabilized himself with a chair, a hint of grievance in his voice.
Jasmine gritted her teeth at him. He was aggrieved?
He had behaved shamelessly and it was her fault?
“I’m sorry.”
At this moment, Sylvan seemed like a child who had done something wrong, his long lashes drooping as he looked at the furious Jasmine, full of regret.
Jasmine adjusted her clothes and repressed her anger.
Once her temper cooled, it was over. She wasn’t about to argue with a drunken man.
“Where’s your phone? I’ll call Charles Mcintosh to pick you up,” Jasmine softened her tone.
“I didn’t bring it.”
“Are you trying to trick me?” Jasmine didn’t believe him.
Given his busy life, how could he go out without a mobile phone?
Jasmine walked over to him, patting his shirt.
Nothing.
She reached towards his trouser pocket…
She swore, she was only reaching for his pocket.
But somehow, whether it was intentional or not, Sylvan shifted…
Jasmine’s hand strayed, conveniently landing on a place that shouldn’t be mentioned!
Her face reddened, and she quickly withdrew her hand.
“I’m leaving you to your own devices, no one in Landon would dare touch you,” Jasmine threw up her hands and said.
She really did not plan to bother about Sylvan anymore. There was no point in her getting worked up over this..
