Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 536: Chapter 536: The Kiss Mark Left by Beast Cheney

“Why do you suddenly want to read? I remember you don’t like studying English.”

Sylvan Cheney knew she couldn’t sleep, so he wanted to talk to her more and chat.

His big hand was stroking her soft hair, warm and indulgent.

“As I said, people change,” Jasmine responded in an impatient tone, “Goodnight, sleep.”

She closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep.

Sylvan Cheney felt helpless.

“Mm, sleep.”

He held her tight, softly kissing her ear.

The bed was very warm. Although it was winter and Jasmine’s hands and feet could get cold, right now, being held by Sylvan Cheney, her whole body felt warm.

Perhaps she was too tired. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

Her breathing was steady, sleeping peacefully.

It rained the whole night.

…

Early the next morning, Jasmine opened her eyes.

She reached out a hand, the other side of the pillow was empty.

The pillow bore the scent of someone, understated and comforting.

Jasmine closed her eyes vaguely, then opened them again; the soreness throughout her body told her last night wasn’t a dream, he had really been there.

She lifted her arm, it was sore indeed.

All over her fair skin were kiss marks left by Beast Cheney.

Jasmine sat up and looked around—

There was no trace of that man left in the bedroom.

Jasmine hugged her knees, with her messy hair hanging down by her ears, the corner of her lips curved up in a sardonic smile.

Did he wake up from his drunkenness in the morning and realize he’d slept with the wrong person?

Or, last night, was he just looking to `vent his desires`?

It was the same as three years ago, he left right after sleeping with her. Did he really think she was some kind of prostitute he could `vent on`?

Jasmine forced herself to get out of bed, her legs were uncontrollably shaking.

Last night—

She remembered, he had had her once in the bed, and once again in the bathroom.

Then, she fell asleep in his arms.

Getting out of bed, Jasmine saw a note on her English textbook.

She walked over, opened it—

“Breakfast is made, it’s on the table, eat it yourself, wait for me to come back. —Sylvan Cheney.”

His handwriting was elegant and unrestrained, quite pleasant to look at.

Jasmine crumpled the note in her hand.

She opened the door and, sure enough, there was a full breakfast on the table outside.

He made fried eggs, sandwiches, honey milk…

Jasmine just stood at the door, looking at the breakfast table, her heart filling with mixed emotions.

After washing up—

Jasmine drank the hot milk, ate breakfast, feeling somewhat dazed.

The breakfast tasted good, surprisingly, he could cook.

He even peeled an apple for her, as if he was afraid she wouldn’t have enough to eat.

He disappeared without a word three years ago, three years later, he seemed to have changed.

At least, he left a note this time.

But Jasmine still felt uneasy in her heart.

Should she wait for him? Why should she wait for him…

After breakfast, Jasmine packed her bag and dialed Ann Nolan’s number.

“Miss Nolan, are you free? I’d like to talk to you.”

She wanted to ask Ann Nolan for help with translation, she wanted to study English properly.

“Jasmine? I’m free…”

“Can we meet at the Flower Ripple Coffee Shop? I have some professional questions to ask you.”

“Okay, wait for me, half an hour.”

“No rush, Miss Nolan, I’m sorry to bother you.”

Jasmine knew it was the weekend and she was afraid of disturbing Ann Nolan’s rest.

“It’s okay.”

As soon as Ann Nolan had finished speaking, the phone was snapped from her hand by the man in her bed and thrown into the distance.

“Zaiden Santos… Give me back my phone, I haven’t finished speaking yet…” Ann Nolan frowned with dissatisfaction.