Fated love: the unwanted bride

This skirt reeked of alcohol and was stained!

Jasmine Yale was dazed and unresponsive. After discarding the dress, she appeared pristine, like a porcelain doll, stunningly beautiful.

He felt a burning sensation on his fingertips and a heat flaring in his palms, as if he were in a desert.

A tinge of uncontrollable gloss lingered in his eyes.

Jasmine tried desperately to evade him, racing towards the bathroom’s entrance.

Sylvan made a grab for her, snatching her back and pushing her against the wall!

Jasmine’s smooth back pressed against the frigidly cold wall, trembling slightly.

The cold was unbearable.

Colder than the biting northerly winds outside.

Sylvan leaned in and kissed her, his eyes revealing a mysterious depth.

“Mmm…” Jasmine threw her head back.

He cradled Jasmine’s face, delivering a fervent kiss. The heat in his hands grew more intense, blazing brighter with every touch, leaving no trace of life wherever they roamed.

This kiss, so lingering and sorrowful, continued ceaselessly like the rain falling outside the window.

The bathroom was filling up with a warm scent, the temperature rising significantly.

The mirror and the walls were blurred by translucent white fog.

Jasmine’s legs gave way beneath her, whimpering softly like a kitten, yet too weak to resist.

Due to their disparity in strength, she was rendered immobile by Sylvan, unable to turn around.

The heat in Sylvan’s eyes intensified, his gaze flickering with unreadable intensity.

At this moment, he felt like he was walking through a desolate desert.

Jasmine, out of breath, bit him.

The discomfort was too much.

The complexity reflected in Sylvan’s eyes was unfathomable, like a hazy starry sky, a deep well with tranquil waters.

“Get away…” she pushed him forcefully.

Her back was ice-cold, but her cheeks were flaming hot.

Sylvan reached out to scoop up her limp body, not letting her squirm.

The air was filled only with the boiling temperature, continuously lingering.

Like rainwater or a stream, slowly eroding away.

Sylvan, with his gentle yet dominating touch, intently gazed at her face.

Jasmine opened her eyes in resistance and tried to push him away. But in her dazed condition, she felt like she was dreaming.

“Don’t touch me… Get away… Away…” Jasmine resisted, forcefully.

However, she was no match for him.

Sylvan grabbed her flailing hand, not giving her a chance to claw him.

“No way, no way…” Jasmine struggled fiercely. Her face was blurry and her speech was unclear.

Even though she was highly intoxicated, she somewhat became more lucid.

This man… was up to no good.

The fire in Sylvan’s eyes blazed brighter, just like a flame or the sun, barely under his control.

Like dry kindle meeting fire, it ignited instantly.

“You beast, you son of a bitch, let go…” Jasmine cursed under her breath.

Yet she was still being held by him, preventing her from squirming or escaping.

He was not drunk, completely sober.

Terribly sober.

Sylvan held her face close, nearer and nearer—

The tips of their noses were just a few centimeters apart.

“Jasmine Yale, look closely, see who I am…” Sylvan lifted her chin, his eyes ablaze.

Jasmine, with her eyes wide open, stared intently at him and his attractive, dark eyes.

His voice, as always, was pleasing, deep, and mellow, like aged wine.

As their eyes met, sparks and flames erupted and raged!

Her lips were flushed, even a little swollen.

And so, she continued to gaze at him for a long time.

She saw her own tiny reflection in his eyes.

“Hm?” Sylvan rubbed her chin gently with his fingers, his eyes twinkling.

Jasmine tilted her head and kept looking at Sylvan Cheney for a considerable while.