Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 516 - : We Only Slept Together Once

Chapter 516: Chapter 516: We Only Slept Together Once

She had always been lonely in this world.

Because of one person, she had tasted both the warmth and coldness of the world.

“Dad, I want to have the savory mooncake from Archeus Brand! Could you get it for me, please…” Chale Cheney pleaded.

“No.”

Sylvan Cheney didn’t indulge Chale’s plea at all.

There was only one person in the world whose pleas he would entertain, but that person disdained to do so.

He glanced at Jasmine Yale, grabbing her wrist.

Not letting her go.

Jasmine glared at him, he merely glanced back indifferently.

Only after Chale had finished his endless chatter, updating him about the day, did Sylvan hang up the phone.

He put away his phone and slowly put on his shirt.

“Go home early, Little Chale misses you.” Jasmine said casually.

“The person he misses most is not me.”

“You’re his father. Of course, he misses you the most.” Jasmine was unmoved, “But you are indeed patient with him.”

“Jasmine Yale, it’s rare for you to praise me.”

Jasmine hesitated for a moment.

She jumped off the bed and picked up the clothes on the floor.

The room was enveloped with the tangible scent of their intimate moments.

She threw his coat into his hands: “Don’t keep Little Chale waiting.”

“Still refuse to see him?” Sylvan asked.

Jasmine smiled, pinning back her loose hair. Her smile was light and casual.

“Mr. Cheney, please close the door on your way out.”

She took her pajamas from the wardrobe, prepared to go to the bath.

Sylvan reached out and grabbed her hand!

Jasmine was caught off balance and fell into his arms!

His steady, understated scent quickly invaded her senses!

“Jasmine Yale, can’t wait to kick me out? Huh? This is a stark contrast to the you beneath me just moments ago.”

Sylvan reached out, lightly caressing her chin with his fingers.

Their eyes locked and Jasmine looked away.

Her eyes were still red, having cried heavily just before.

Jasmine managed a smile: “You promised your little boy, you would be home in half an hour.”

“So?”

“So… Mr. Cheney, if you want to make love to me again before heading home, you’re running short of time.”

Sylvan pinched her chin, his lip rising in a smirk. His eyes flickered, a little shattered: “You’re challenging me, Jasmine Yale? Huh?”

“I’m just stating the facts.” Jasmine said cooly.

Sylvan wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand lingering.

“Jasmine Yale, one day, I will make you unable to get out of bed for three days and nights.”

Sylvan whispered into her ear; his warm breath making Jasmine blush.

“Mr. Cheney, I finally understand why you kept me around for twelve years…It was for another purpose, wasn’t it? A free bedmate, right? No need to pay, and guaranteed clean.”

A sudden contraction of Sylvan’s pupils; his gaze sharpened.

Their eyes clashed, sparks flying between them.

After a while, Sylvan lifted the corner of his mouth: “If memory serves, we’ve only been intimate once, and it was you who initiated.”

Jasmine choked on her words.

“Tell me, Jasmine Yale, aren’t I the one who was taken advantage of? Huh?”

“You could have pushed me away that night three years ago.” Jasmine said, “I was drunk. It was you who took advantage of me.”

“Yeah, I did. So what? Want to take it back?”

Sylvan shamelessly looked at Jasmine.

His hand roamed freely around her waist, sending tingles through her body.

Jasmine glared at him angrily.