Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 173 - 173: Contact Three Years Ago

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Contact Three Years Ago

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Just as Jasmine Yale was about to leave, the sound of water stopped.

The bathroom door opened, and Sylvan Cheney, wrapped in a bath towel, stood in the doorway, blocking her path.

Water still dripped from his body, trickling down his broad and muscular abs, his features sharply defined and profound.

This man, from top to bottom, exuded a wild, unrestricted, mature and enticing vibe.

“Ex-excuse me, Mr. Cheney.” Jasmine Yale faltered nervously.

She wanted to leave.

“Running away after using me?”

Sylvan’s deep gaze fell upon her.

Jasmine felt uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze, caught in a quandary.

The suite’s door… was still open.

“Ha ha, how could I possibly use you, Mr. Cheney… I wouldn’t dare do such a thing… I… ah…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Sylvan reached out, pulling her into the steam-filled bathroom. The bathroom was foggy, and the porcelain tiled walls were wet and cold.

She was backed up against the wall. He didn’t give her any chance to resist. He leaned in and kissed her.

Jasmine’s mind went blank for a moment.

After the moment of blankness, there was nothing but a flurry of images, like scenes from a movie, memories cyclically flashing back and forth.

Sylvan had her cornered against the wall. His body smelled faintly of tobacco, mingled with his unique scent, stimulating Jasmine’s senses.

Similarly, Jasmine’s unique fragrance also disrupted Sylvan’s composure.

The bathroom was full of fog, a whiteness that was dreamy and dim, like flowers in a mirror, and the moon reflected in the water.

They grappled back and forth, like two kites dancing in the sky.

Her little hand tried to push him away, but it was in vain. Her heart rate accelerated, like a deer caught in the headlights.

The surroundings seemed to be engulfed in a raging fire—

Wherever the fire spread, nothing remained!

“Uh…” She tried several times to speak, but couldn’t utter a word.

She was entirely uneasy.

Sylvan had no intention of letting her go.

“No…”

Finally, with a push, Jasmine managed to push Sylvan away from her. Behind her foggy eyes was resistance; her big, watery eyes were brimming with innocence.

“What are you resisting, hmm?”

Sylvan didn’t force her, his hand resting at her side, his eyes blazing as they bore into her.

They were still standing very close to each other.

“Mr. Cheney, I can’t intimately engage with someone I don’t like.”

“Look into my eyes, and say that again.”

Sylvan’s eyes were bloodshot, staring at her intensely.

“Mr. Cheney, I can’t intimately engage with someone I don’t like.”

If he wanted her to repeat it, she would.

However, she dared not meet Sylvan’s gaze and averted her eyes.

Fearing that Sylvan might bring up the past, she straightforwardly said, “The incident three years ago was due to intoxication and youthful naivety. Nothing more.”

Bloodshot veins were visible in Sylvan’s eyes.

He towered over her, like a lion watching his prey, radiating a cold aura.

His mood was at rock bottom.

Jasmine’s heart pounded in her chest.

Her hands were resting on the chilling wall behind her.

“Jasy, Jasy, I want Jasy…”

At this moment, the innocent voice of a child resonated from the doorway.

Jasmine was startled and pushed Sylvan away.

“Little Chale is here, you move out of the way.”

It wouldn’t be good for the child to see them like this.

She hurriedly straightened her skirt and hair and swiftly wiped off her lips.

A servant outside was trying to restrain Chale Cheney, looking somewhat panicked.

“Master, I’ll inform Mr. Cheney.”

Mr. Cheney had ordered that no one could enter without permission!

“The door is open, Jasy…”

Chale did not care. He shrugged off the servant’s hand and ran towards them..