Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1063 - Chapter 1063 Chapter 1063 Little Guy...Who Did You Give Birth

Chapter 1063: Chapter 1063: Little Guy…Who Did You Give Birth to With? Chapter 1063: Chapter 1063: Little Guy…Who Did You Give Birth to With? His eyes were drunken, and he didn’t even realize Jasmine Yale had come in.

“Meow–” Sweet Kitty called out in distress.

Who is this person?

Sweet Kitty turned its eyes and saw Jasmine Yale!

It looked at Jasmine Yale for help!

Jasmine Yale was truly furious, her immaculately clean room had been turned into a mess.

She walked over, stepping on the carpet, “Why are you in my house?”

The man lifted his charming eyes, without a shred of decency, “Your house? What’s yours is mine.”

“I’m not discussing this with you, just get out now, get out!” Jasmine Yale reached out to pull him, “You’ve dirtied my bed, made my pillow reek of alcohol, and you’ve touched my Sweet Kitty!”

“Sweet Kitty?” Sylvan Cheney refused to let go, cuddling the little thing in his arms, “It’s more well-behaved than you.”

“Get up, will you!” Jasmine Yale couldn’t drag him.

A fine layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

“If your bed isn’t for me to sleep in, who is it for?” Sylvan Cheney looked up at her, seeming angrier than she was.

“Sylvan Cheney, do you realize how excessive you’re being? Breaking into someone’s home, I can call the police! The police will arrest you! Aren’t you afraid?!”

“I’m not afraid of anything, except not having you.”

“Nothing but nonsense, you’re really drunk.” Jasmine Yale leaned in and held up a finger in front of him, “How many fingers is this?”

“Two.”

“Truly ‘two’.” Jasmine Yale was out of ways to deal with him, “Where’s Charles Mcintosh? Didn’t he come to Cakago with you?”

Facing a drunken Sylvan Cheney, Jasmine Yale always felt unburdened, even relaxed.

Sometimes, she would take the opportunity to tease him a bit.

“No…”

“I don’t have a place for you to sleep here, you can either sleep on the floor or on the street, it’s your pick.”

“Sleep on top of you.”

“Roll away!” Jasmine Yale shouted angrily, grabbing the collar of his shirt.

Sylvan had an innocent look on his face. Had he said something wrong?

“Meow meow…” Sweet Kitty scratched Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan felt a bit aggrieved. Were they all bullying him?

“You’re such a mess when you’re drunk, just how much did you drink.” In Jasmine’s mind, Sylvan Cheney could hold his liquor well and always knew his limits.

No matter the situation, he would never let himself get completely disoriented.

As a businessman like him, he needed to keep calculating and be shrewd at all times, not letting anyone catch ahold of his weaknesses.

But, she had seen him drunk several times already.

When truly inebriated, he has no sense of guard, sometimes even more obedient than Sweet Kitty.

His IQ and EQ, all offline.

“Darling, this little thing… who did you have it with…” slurred Sylvan Cheney, grasping Sweet Kitty. Then he looked at Jasmine Yale, “When did you give birth?”

Jasmine Yale was stunned. Darling?

“Why aren’t you speaking, who did you have it with?”

“Have it with your sister.” Jasmine Yale flared up, “Look closely, it’s a cat! How could I give birth to a cat?”

He couldn’t even recognize a cat anymore.

Very drunk.

However, Jasmine Yale was used to him being like this, and by the next day when he sobered up, it would be as if nothing had happened.

Of course, she wouldn’t bring it up either.

But she had to admit, Sylvan Cheney was easier to deal with when he was drunk.

“Why would you raise a cat but not me?” Sylvan Cheney was unhappy.

“Because a cat is cuter than you.”

“You’re not as cute as a cat, but I still take care of you.”

“…” Jasmine Yale was suddenly at a loss for words.

“What if one day I have nothing, would you still not take care of me?” Sylvan Cheney looked at her, “Like, very poor, with nothing to eat.”