Fated love: the unwanted bride

But, Sylvan Cheney was a good drinker, he wouldn’t be drunk!

Embarassment was apparent on Hans Colin’s face, he laughed, “Jasmine, you’re married, congratulations, congratulations.”

Moreover, it seemed her husband was extraordinarily wealthy.

As a businessman himself, a glance at the watch on Sylvan’s wrist told him that this man certainly had a lot more money than him.

“It’s not…” Jasmine Yale attempted to explain.

“Jasy and I are leaving, do you have anything else to attend to?”

Sylvan’s voice was low and firm, carrying an order and warning that cannot be defied, cutting off Jasmine’s words effortlessly.

“No, no.” Hans Colin quickly said.

“Good if there is not.”

Sylvan lowered his body, his eyes full of warning.

Jasmine’s heart beat furiously, as if it would jump out of her chest.

Obviously, Sylvan was drunk!

His warm breath tangled around her neck, leaving her feeling shivery and tingly, as she bit her lip tightly.

“Ate enough?”

Sylvan’s tone softened slightly, he was speaking to Jasmine.

His face was very close to Jasmine’s side face. From Hans’s perspective, it seemed like they were kissing.

Hans hurriedly stood up, “Jasmine, let’s talk again sometime, I’m heading off. I didn’t know you were married…”

“No, he…”

“Hmm?” Sylvan swept a cold glance at her.

Jasmine paused, swallowing the words on her tongue.

Hans picked up his coat and walked towards the exterior of the seafood restaurant.

The rain continued to fall outside, pouring down like it was being dumped from the sky.

A gust of strong wind blew, scattering the raindrops in all directions.

Rainwater hit the window panes, making a “thump thump” sound.

The glass had long since blurred from all the rainwater slipping down its sleek surface.

Sylvan was still standing behind Jasmine.

As soon as Hans left, Jasmine tilted her body forward, intending to stand up.

But Sylvan restrained her.

He pressed her shoulder and asked in a deep, dark voice: “Who is that man?”

“It’s none of your business, Mr. Cheney.”

“You’ve grown insolent, daring to backtalk when I ask a question?”

“A university senior.”

“Oh? Senior, junior…” Sylvan’s tone was flirtatious, with a hint of a smile playing on his lips but not really a smile.

“Mr. Cheney, can you stop talking nonsense when you’re drunk? Please recognize who I am. I’m Jasmine Yale, not your wife! Your wife is in the US!”

Jasmine couldn’t stand up, so she turned her head instead and glared at Sylvan angrily.

Now, she saw clearly.

Sylvan’s face was as usual, his intimidating aura held a touch of indifference.

However, the slight upturn of his lips, seeming to be smiling yet not really, carried a hint of amusement and mockery.

Jasmine couldn’t figure out how drunk he was, or if he was even drunk at all. “My wife is in the US? I didn’t know that.” Sylvan squinted his eyes slightly. They were very, very close to each other.

“Of course you wouldn’t know since you’re drunk. How many is this?”

Jasmine held up a finger.

Sylvan looked at her without speaking, his eyes narrowed, his lips curved up.

His gaze was unnerving for Jasmine…

Although he was drunk, that didn’t mean she could tease him.

Jasmine lowered her eyes, intending to withdraw her finger with embarrassment.

She forgot that Mr. Cheney was a symbol of prestige in Landon, not someone she could toy with…

But before she could withdraw her hand, Sylvan lightly bit the finger she had extended.

For a moment, she felt a rush of electricity!

Jasmine was stunned, her mouth hanging open in shock.

The blood in her body accelerated as if every cell in her body was electrified.

An unusual sensation roamed within her body…

What…what was he doing?!

Once she regained her senses, Jasmine’s face turned bright red, as red as the hot and spicy shrimp on the table.

Such an intimate gesture was only done by lovers.

She and he, they were not.

Sylvan didn’t hold on for too long, after a light nip, he let her go..