Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 464: 464 Flippant and Full of Rogue Actions

Chapter 464: Chapter 464 Flippant and Full of Rogue Actions

Clearly, Charles Mcintosh on the other end of the line paused for a moment.

He was inherently not good at dealing with girls.

Jasmine Yale’s question made him choke for a moment.

After a while, he spoke quietly, “Miss Yale, considering that Mr. Cheney stood in the cold wind to queue up to buy mooncakes for you yesterday, right?”

Jasmine Yale didn’t speak any more.

She thought for a long time.

Charles Mcintosh didn’t hear anything for a while, thinking she was angry, he had to say, “Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney to you…”

“The address.”

Charles Mcintosh nodded and told her the bar’s address.

“Miss Yale, I will arrange for someone to take you there.”

“Thank you.”

As Charles Mcintosh said, very soon, there was someone appeared in the hospital to pick up Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale put on a taro purple long coat and wrapped a scarf.

She followed Mcintosh’s man to the parking lot.

All the way, she kept her head down.

VISTA bar.

By nightfall, the place started to fill up, the lights were dazzling and very eye-catching.

Despite this, the VIP rooms upstairs were relatively quiet.

Jasmine Yale unraveled her scarf and followed the corridor.

The door wasn’t locked, Jasmine Yale pushed it open gently.

“Cough cough.” As soon as she entered, Jasmine Yale frowned and coughed.

The room was full of smoke, and a strong smell of alcohol.

Just as she was about to turn on the light, Sylvan Cheney pinned her against the wall!

“I thought you weren’t coming.” There was a little surprise in his voice.

Smelling her distinctive scent, his heart instantly relaxed.

“Charles called me.” Jasmine Yale didn’t want to elaborate, “You move, I’ll switch on the light.”

“No lights.”

Jasmine Yale found his domineering and childish speech extremely amusing and absurd.

Sylvan Cheney always cared about his image, especially in front of her, he always put on airs.

But now, after getting drunk, all his image collapsed.

Sylvan Cheney hugged her waist, suddenly tightened his grip, picked her up, and placed her on the sofa.

“Why don’t you want the lights on?” Jasmine Yale was very confused.

She was still on her period, and she didn’t have to worry about Sylvan Cheney doing anything to her.

But not having the lights on was unsettling for her.

“I just don’t want it.”

Jasmine Yale was speechless.

With all his aloofness gone due to drinking, Sylvan Cheney seemed lonely and abandoned like a child.

He was just hugging her, doing nothing else but hugging her tightly.

He didn’t dare to let go, fearing that she might leave as soon as he did.

This kind of feeling had always been there, particularly after what had happened in the forest last time, he was more cautious.

Jasmine Yale was held down on the sofa, his big hand wrapped around her waist.

“Why did you drink so much?” Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but ask.

Since she was here, they had to talk. Otherwise, it would be quite awkward.

“I miss you.” Sylvan Cheney freed a hand and pinched her cheek.

This frivolous and rascal-like action made Jasmine Yale dumbfounded.

Since she was silent, he smiled smugly.

Jasmine Yale felt helplessly annoyed.

Very annoyed.

One could really not have a proper conversation with a drunk man.

She pushed him away and turned on a wall light.

As soon as she turned on the light, she noticed that his clothes were disheveled, several buttons of his collar were torn off, revealing a lean and sexy collarbone.

Then she saw blood on his hand.

“Is your hand injured?” Jasmine Yale asked.

“Yeah.”

“You’re such a big man, how did you hurt your hand? Drinking to the point where it’s almost self-mutilation.”