Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 219: Hitting is Caring, Scolding is Loving

In the yard, only Sylvan Cheney and Jasmine Yale remain.

The wind blows, a dry leaf slowly spins in the air and flutters to the ground, rubbing against the ground and making a rustling sound.

Everything is exceptionally quiet.

“Sylvan Cheney, did you do this on purpose?”

She lost face in front of him and his subordinates.

At this moment, the complexion of Jasmine Yale is very terrible, her face pale, her lips tightly clenched.

“Yes, it was on purpose.”

Sylvan Cheney doesn’t deny it at all. His deep gaze falls on her face, and the corners of his mouth curl up with a teasing arc.

“Sylvan Cheney, this is the last time I beg you in my life!” Jasmine Yale gritted her teeth.

“Hmm?” Sylvan Cheney responded indifferently, raising an eyebrow, his eyes filled with a profound light, “It won’t be the last time.”

Jasmine Yale stood her ground, glaring fiercely at Sylvan Cheney.

At this moment, in the eyes of Sylvan Cheney, Jasmine Yale was like a hair- raising little lioness.

Her bloodshot eyes looked like she wanted to eat him alive.

A leaf fell from the tree and landed on Jasmine Yale’s shoulder.

Sylvan Cheney reached out his hand and brushed it aside.

“Behave yourself.” he spoke gravely, “The next time you utter foul language, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

“You started cursing first.”

“Beating and cursing are signs of affection.”

“Shameless.”

“Yes, indeed.”

Jasmine Yale stared at him, his face completely undisturbed. How thick- skinned was this man?

Why hadn’t she noticed it before?

Really, the Sylvan Cheney she knew before was courteous, composed, graceful and noble.

Every glance and action he made exuded an extraordinary dignity and fear­inducing depth.

Jasmine Yale was no match for him, she leaned against the wall, ready to leave.

Her legs were still shaking a bit, she didn’t dare to look at the corpse of the bandit on the ground.

The scene was bloody, and terror permeated the air.

Perhaps Charles Mcintosh had notified the police station, her feet had not yet taken root when the police arrived.

Jasmine Yale leaned against the wall for support while she walked, her face as pale as paper.

“Mr. Cheney, how’s Little Chale? Is he alright?” Jasmine still couldn’t help but ask.

Suddenly, Sylvan Cheney walked over —

He scooped her up with one arm, a princess hug, holding her in his arms.

“He’s alright.”

“I’m glad. I was scared to death. If anything were to have happened to Little Chale…”

Jasmine Yale paused.

She had already lost one child, she didn’t want this adorable little boy to be injured because of her.

If anything really happened to Little Chale, she would probably only be able to apologize with her life.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Cheney, I failed to take good care of Little Chale, I’m sorry.” Jasmine Yale, who had always been clear about grievances, sincerely apologized to Sylvan Cheney, “I really didn’t expect Hans Colin to be this kind of person, back when we were in college, he…”

“I’m not interested in hearing this!”

“Oh.” Jasmine Yale closed her mouth.

Sylvan Cheney carried her and walked out of the yard.

The sun was perfect today, fully shining down.

Jasmine Yale’s hand was still trembling, her heart pounding non-stop, thump, thump, thump.

This was her first encounter with such a situation, she couldn’t calm herself down.

Sylvan Cheney’s Rolls-Royce was parked outside. Its black body sleek and low- key, like a lurking leopard.

“Jasmine Yale, what did I say last night? Hmm?”

Sylvan Cheney put her in the car, emanating an icy aura, his face stone-cold.

Jasmine Yale’s heart skipped a beat.

Last night.

“If there’s any mishap, from here on out, you should never see the little one again.”

That’s how he had warned her.