Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale was forced to tilt her head back to kiss him.

However, Sylvan Cheney took the initiative throughout, and she could only accept.

The ambiguous sounds of their kissing and the pitter-patter of the rain on the window filled Jasmine Yale’s ears…

Red scratch marks, bright and visible, marred his neck, etched onto his skin by her nails.

Jasmine Yale’s petite body was pinned by him, unable to move.

Just as she was about to suffocate from his kisses, he finally loosened his grip on her lips and pulled away.

The car moved forward.

Before long, it made a turn and stopped in the small neighborhood where Jasmine Yale lived.

As soon as the car stopped, Sylvan Cheney carried Jasmine Yale out of the car!

The rain outside was still falling heavily.

Jasmine Yale was silent, her rain-wetted face staring wide-eyed at Sylvan Cheney.

His face was grim.

At the entrance of the building, a pot of Christmas tree was placed, with several strings of red lanterns hanging on it.

The building had no elevator.

Sylvan Cheney carried her up the stairs.

In the dark corridor, the only sound was that of Sylvan Cheney’s leather shoes on the stairs!

The moment they entered the door, Sylvan Cheney threw Jasmine Yale onto the bed.

He took off his overcoat, loosened his tie, and his tall figure loomed over her!

“Jasmine Yale, do you want to forget me? Let me tell you, don’t even think about it in your life!” Sylvan Cheney leaned in close, whispering provocatively, “You don’t love me anymore? That’s fine, love isn’t about words, it’s about actions.”

Sylvan Cheney reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, casting a dim light in the room.

With his legs pressing down on hers, he stripped off her drenched coat.

Jasmine Yale stretched out her small hand and scratched his face again!

Sylvan Cheney was caught off guard, and another nail mark appeared on his handsome cheek!

“Your claws, I will grind them down one day!”

“Jasmine Yale, you think it’s very powerful to scratch? Besides scratching me, besides stabbing my heart, what else can you do?”

“For twelve years, I treated you well, and you didn’t see. Why should I treat you better? Huh?”

Angrily, Sylvan Cheney seized her hand!

Both her legs and hands were pinned, Jasmine Yale was at Sylvan Cheney’s mercy.

“Sylvan Cheney, you can’t do this to me. I still want to get married, I want to live a good life… why are you ruining my future, you can’t force me like this…”

Jasmine Yale sobbed softly.

Her watery eyes stared at him helplessly.

A damp strand of hair stuck to her cheek.

Due to his vigorous movements, his shirt’s button had come undone, revealing a portion of his sexy clavicle, exceedingly masculine.

His black shirt clung to his slender figure, exuding a hormonal scent.

“What am I forcing you to do? You’re the one forcing me! Do you want me to rip open my heart to show you? To let you see how badly it’s hurt by you!”

“Wouldn’t it be better for you if I forgot you? You’re annoyed by my chatter, find me pesky, but there’ll be nobody nagging by your ear any longer, you should be happy. You finally got rid of me… Remember, every time I talked a lot, you’d say I was noisy, every time I sulked, you’d say I was making a fuss… I won’t be noisy or fussy anymore, isn’t that good?” Jasmine Yale cried.

“No good! Whether you’re noisy, making a fuss, being quiet, even if you turn Landon upside down, I have to be by your side.”

“So, if I sleep with other men in the future, will you still follow me around?” Jasmine Yale yelled at him.

“I won’t give you that chance.” Sylvan Cheney held her down.

The look in his eyes seemed as if he wanted to devour her alive!

He stretched out his hand and ripped open the zipper of her dress.

With a “snap,” the dress fell off her body.