Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 502: Chapter 502: She is Like a Little Fox

He gave her all the patience and gentleness he had in his life.

“I want to sleep.”

Jasmine Yale lifted her head, looking at him pitifully.

After being tormented by him for so long, the effect of the medicine suddenly kicked in, making her extremely sleepy.

Looking at her drowsy eyes, Sylvan Cheney didn’t force her anymore, he let go of her.

As soon as he let go, she jumped off his lap and headed straight for the bedroom.

It didn’t take long after she climbed into bed for Jasmine Yale to fall asleep.

After eating and taking a shower, Sylvan Cheney laid down and curled himself around her.

She slept peacefully and deeply in his arms, her breathing even.

Sylvan Cheney hugged her in his arms, placing soft, delicate kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, and her neck.

After kissing her countless times, only then did he stop.

Jasmine Yale slept soundly, but Sylvan, holding her, was unable to sleep at all.

She was like a little fox, tempting him irresistibly.

At times, when the little fox’s hand accidentally brushed against him, his torment was all the greater, he didn’t get any sleep all night.

…

Jasmine Yale didn’t wake up until nine o’clock the next morning.

The moment she woke up, she was pulled into a firm, warm embrace!

“You didn’t leave?” she asked, panicked.

“Leave where? Jasmine Yale, do you know how tormenting it is when you sleep? Hmm?”

“I slept like a log last night,” Jasmine Yale was clueless.

The sleeping pills worked extremely well, she slept all night until dawn.

Sylvan Cheney caught her hand…

Jasmine Yale resisted, her cheeks blushing deeply: “Don’t do that, if you can’t take it anymore, I can call Little Princess for you…”

She wasn’t an innocent young girl, she was also a woman who had had a child.

But she only had one experience in these matters, that too when she was drunk.

It was because of that incident that she found it hard to face Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney let go of her hand: “It’s okay.”

Someday, he was determined to make her reciprocate in kind.

Jasmine Yale pushed him: “Go home, I’m not going out today.”

She got up, ready to change her clothes.

“Not going out? Is this how you spend your weekends at home?”

“More or less.”

“How about I go out with you? To the plum garden? The plum blossoms are blooming there.” Sylvan Cheney suggested.

Jasmine Yale didn’t even think before shaking her head.

Such a romantic place wasn’t suitable for her.

He should go there with Yolanda Fern instead.

Handsome, and beautiful, he was as gentle as jade, she as gentle as water. It would seem more appropriate for them to visit such places together.

“What about touring my corporation? Hmm?” Sylvan Cheney coaxed her.

Jasmine Yale paused for a moment.

To be honest, she had never visited his corporation.

She had heard it was located in a prime location in Landon and was growing rapidly.

She still wasn’t interested, though.

She shook her head again.

Seeing her utterly unresponsive, Sylvan Cheney was angry but also helpless.

“Fine, let’s stay at home, I’ll cook for you.” He compromised, “What you cook is simply inedible.”

“Sylvan Cheney, are you annoying or not?” Jasmine Yale was truly irritated by him, she looked at him, “Isn’t it good for you to go home?”

Sylvan Cheney stared at her.

He clearly saw annoyance and impatience in her eyes.

That kind of annoyance, which didn’t exist before.

He and she stared at each other for a long time.

Eyes met, sparks flew.

He didn’t look away, and neither did she.

Just as the two were locked in a staredown, Sylvan Cheney’s phone rang.

“Mr. Cheney, young master’s health is not good, he has been taken to the hospital.”

“What happened?” Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brows.