Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 532: Chapter 532: Completely Giving Myself to Him

Jasmine Yale’s hand, clutching the curtain, was trembling.

Light mixed with rainwater enabled Jasmine Yale to see Sylvan Cheney’s handsome face.

The corners of his mouth curled, his gaze was still fixed on her.

“Madman!” Jasmine Yale cursed.

Just as she was about to draw the curtains, the man downstairs suddenly called out her name-

“Jasmine!”

The voice was hoarse and low, like the deep sound of a cello.

The voice was loud, she heard it, but she still resolutely pulled the curtains closed.

“Jasmine!”

The man downstairs called out again, his voice even louder than before.

Unable to bear it any longer, Jasmine Yale wondered if Sylvan Cheney wanted the entire neighborhood to come out and gawk. When had Sylvan Cheney become so shameless?

“Jasmine!”

After he had called her name three times, Jasmine Yale, biting her teeth in annoyance, finally went downstairs.

Without even time to change her clothes, she rushed out in her slippers.

Only when she stepped outside did she realize how cold it was.

The cold wind cutting into her skin as if they were knives.

Jasmine Yale squinted at Sylvan Cheney in the open air, how long had this lunatic been standing in the wind and rain?

After standing for just a few seconds, her body began to shiver slightly.

There was a five-meter distance between them.

She was standing under the corridor, and he was standing in the rain.

When the wind blew, it lifted Jasmine Yale’s hair, making her feel even colder.

“Sylvan Cheney, if you want to stand, go ahead, but can you stop shouting my name?” Jasmine Yale said calmly, “I don’t want the entire neighborhood to know.”

“Jasy…”

Sylvan Cheney called out her name and took big strides towards her.

The next second, he had her pinned against the wall.

A wet and icy kiss landed on her lips, strong and domineering!

“Um…” Jasmine Yale was stunned.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t give her a chance to struggle, kissing her lips forcefully, tasting her flavor.

The rainwater and Sylvan Cheney’s breath mixed together, swirling onto Jasmine Yale’s tongue.

He kissed her, forcibly prying open her lips.

His hands pressed on her shoulders, pinning her against the icy wall.

Under the light, Jasmine Yale’s face was pale.

The kiss didn’t last long and ended a few minutes later by Sylvan Cheney.

He picked up Jasmine Yale horizontally and carried her upstairs!

Sylvan Cheney’s clothes were already soaked, rainwater dripping down from his hair.

“Sylvan Cheney, stop acting crazy…”

“I am crazy, crazy about you for this whole lifetime.”

The cold voice echoed in the vacant corridor.

He carried her into his room.

After closing the door, he took off his coat and pushed her onto the bed.

This time, he had no intentions of letting her off the hook.

Tender kisses fell on her lips, cheeks, and beside her earlobes — while one of his hands unbuttoned her nightdress — the other was holding both of her hands down.

Jasmine Yale smelled the scent of alcohol on him, not strong, but present.

“Sylvan Cheney, you’re drunk, do you know what you’re doing?”

“Jasy, honey, it won’t hurt.”

Sylvan Cheney whispered sweetly into her ear.

Three years ago, he also said the same thing to her in bed.

At that time, Jasmine Yale had been drunk.

The moment he took control of her but hadn’t entered her, she, drunk as she was, whimpered and cried out in pain, “It hurts, it hurts” ……

Back then, he gently cooed her, “Jasy, darling, it won’t hurt” ……

Her first time, he gave her enough patience and gentleness.

By then, she seemed to have listened to his words, let go of all her guard, and completely gave herself to him.

Jasmine Yale was anxious: “Sylvan Cheney, I don’t want this, you’re drunk, don’t force me…”