Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 435 - : She Will Meet Her Prince Charming

Chapter 435: Chapter 435: She Will Meet Her Prince Charming

“I don’t recognize you.” She sneers like a kitten.

As she speaks, she lowers her head, feeling drowsy and confused.

“Look closely at who I am!” Sylvan Cheney is annoyed and pinches her chin.

Jasmine Yale feels a sharp pain from his grip.

“I don’t recognize, I don’t recognize, I don’t recognize…” Jasmine whines and pouts.

She’s drunk, how could she recognize anyone.

This man is such a nuisance.

He’s just like that annoying personality she remembers from deep within her memory.

“You!” Sylvan Cheney’s temper flares, and his big hand tightens involuntarily.

“Ouch, you’re hurting me…” Jasmine pouts.

Her sensual red lips, made even more enticing and seductive by his kiss.

Seeing her like this, Sylvan has no self-control.

His restraint completely collapses.

Just as he reaches to unbuckle his belt, suddenly–

“Oh,” Jasmine throws up all over him.

“Jasmine Yale!”

Sylvan Cheney seethes, grabbing her by the shoulders.

Jasmine looks up with watery eyes, filled with innocence and regret, “I… didn’t mean to.”

Sylvan is at a loss.

He turns on the shower, tossing Jasmine into the bathtub, and begins to undress himself.

Jasmine is held in the bathtub as her body is being cleaned.

White steam slowly fills the bathroom, making everything hazy.

The water is extremely comfortable, and Jasmine, held in the bathtub, gradually falls asleep.

Sylvan’s movements are gentle, his fingers threading through her hair, and then he pours shampoo to wash it.

The hazy steam rises between them.

In a daze, her memories leap far away.

Although his tolerance for alcohol is good and he rarely gets very drunk, it doesn’t mean it never happened.

There were times when he came home drunk while she waited on the couch in the living room.

Each time, she obediently takes off his shoes, makes him tea to sober up, and brings him a towel.

So sweet and obedient.

Back then, she only had eyes for him, he was her whole world.

She wanted to wipe his face for him, but every time, he refused her and locked her out of the bathroom.

The bathroom is growing more steamy.

Sylvan pours more bath gel into his hand and begins washing her body.

The scent overflows, and bubbles fly everywhere.

Suddenly, Jasmine wakes up, her drunk eyes open in a daze.

But everything is foggy, she can’t see clearly. All she sees is the beautiful bubbles in the tub.

She reaches out and splashes!

Water splashes all over Sylvan’s face!

“Jasmine Yale!” Sylvan is annoyed, grabbing her hand.

Jasmine just giggles, “I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh? You didn’t mean to?”

Sylvan maintains a straight face, reaching out to tickle her under the ribs.

Jasmine starts laughing even louder in the bathtub, trying her best to dodge.

Unable to avoid it, she splashes another handful of water on Sylvan’s face!

Although Sylvan is resigned, there’s a deep indulgence in his gaze that allows her whimsical behavior.

His body is covered in water and foam.

Jasmine plays around for a while, then comfortably falls asleep in the bathtub again.

This time, she truly falls asleep.

She smacks her lips, murmuring in her sleep, “Jasmine Yale is a little princess, one day… she will meet her prince…”

As she speaks, her voice fades out…

Her breathing becomes steady and even.

Sylvan’s hand strokes her cheek flushed with a rosy glow.

Yes, Jasmine Yale is a princess.

His slender fingers slide down her cheek, resting on her neck.

There, there’s a faint scar.