Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 498

Chapter 498: Chapter 498: Even without me, you have to stay!

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Jasmine Yale’s shoulders trembled intensely.

She vehemently rejected doing that kind of thing with him, from both a physical and emotional standpoint.

Despair was deeply etched in Jasmine’s eyes, along with endless gloom.

“Jasy, your body is more honest than your mouth.”

“Sylvan Cheney, I don’t want this, stop pressuring me…” She cried.

She seriously did not want to do it at all.

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Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the pillow.

“Jasmine Yale, are you telling me you would be in bed with another man if I hadn’t come back?”

He stared at her pale face.

Indeed, he wanted to strangle her to death.

“Bringing a man home late at night, I must say I’m quite surprised by you.”

“Think whatever you want, all I can say is, I’m just unlucky.” Jasmine Yale said, expressionless.

Unlucky indeed, as he had just happened to return home.

If he had taken just one more step later, she would have had nothing more to do with him.

“So, getting caught and you just brush it off as ‘bad luck’? Huh?” Sylvan Cheney got even more annoyed.

So, with a bit of good luck, she would be in bed with some other guy?

“Sylvan Cheney, I sincerely have nothing to do with you, can you please stop? In the forest, I returned the favor, wasn’t that enough?”

Why was he still clinging onto her…

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“Who the hell asked you to return the favor? In this world, as long as I’m alive, you should be too, even if I’m not here, you still have to be here!”

Mentioning that incident, Sylvan Cheney’s head throbbed with pain.

His heart felt like it was being tightly gripped.

Jasmine Yale looked at him blankly. If this isn’t right, and that isn’t right, then what did he want her to do?

God, this guy was so annoying.

Seeing her innocent demeanor, Sylvan Cheney felt an urge to hold her down and ravage her!

Sylvan Cheney held her arms down and, leaning down, kissed her earlobe and collarbone.

Jasmine Yale cried again: “Don’t touch me …”

Sylvan Cheney couldn’t bear to see her cry.

Just after he brought her home, although she was scared, she was also very obedient. She didn’t cry or make a fuss, and when she was quiet, she would sit on a small stool playing by herself.

As she grew older, she became rebellious. When she made mistakes, he would scold her.

At first, she would listen to him chastise her, with fear in her eyes.

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Later on, she started crying every time he scolded her.

He was helpless when she cried.

As a result, in the end, he couldn’t hit her or scold her and ended up spoiling her rotten.

Her habit of crying was actually his own doing, and now, he was the one suffering the consequences.

Sylvan Cheney’s body was burning hot. This sense of longing but not getting… felt terrible.

“Stop crying.” Sylvan Cheney irritatedly wiped her tears, “Tell me, who is this Mr. Seasons? Hmm?”

Of course, Jasmine Yale was not going to tell him.

She turned her head away, refusing to look at him or say a word.

“Not talking now? Feeling confident?” Sylvan Cheney suddenly became violent, “Are you going to tell me or not? Huh?”

“Get your hands off me…”

Jasmine Yale felt utterly humiliated, her face burning hot.

The passionate and aloof Sylvan Cheney was gone, replaced by a lustful beast.

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“Not talking?” Sylvan Cheney saw her stubbornness and put more force into his hold!

Jasmine Yale felt incredibly uncomfortable, as if millions of ants were crawling on her body, giving her a numb and tingly sensation.

It felt as if she was being struck by electric currents, again and again…

Sylvan Cheney couldn’t help remembering that night three years ago, she was just like this.

At this moment, Jasmine Yale was in a terrible state.

But Sylvan Cheney was having an even harder time!

“Still not going to tell?” He was pressuring her.

Just the thought of a man appearing in her bedroom at night was driving him mad!

What’s worse, it was a young, handsome man who was no less than him.