Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1064 - Chapter 1064 Chapter 1064 Who Wants to Sleep in Your Arms

Chapter 1064: Chapter 1064: Who Wants to Sleep in Your Arms? Chapter 1064: Chapter 1064: Who Wants to Sleep in Your Arms? Jasmine Yale really didn’t know how to communicate with him.

“Do you know who you are? You’re the president of Cheney Group, the very impressive, super-rich kind,” Jasmine coaxed him in the tone one might use with a child, “so, you’ll never be poor, never ever.”

“If I run out of money, will you support me?”

“You won’t run out of money.”

“Will you support me or not?”

Sylvan Cheney looked very persistent, his drunken eyes fixed on Jasmine.

She couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, in case she upset him.

“I will.” She let go of his shirt, starting to tidy up the bedroom.

As if she could afford to support him, with his picky taste, discerning eyes, and fussy eating habits, all demanding the best. She’d be surprised if she could afford him.

She couldn’t even afford to take care of his Riceball.

Indeed, her bed was a disaster because of him.

The sheets were wrinkled, and pillows, the charger, and the remote were scattered everywhere.

Had he come to wreak havoc?

Sylvan Cheney held Sweet Kitty tightly, refusing to let go.

Sweet Kitty seemed… utterly despondent.

“Jasy…” Sylvan called out for her.

Jasmine squatted down again to pick things up from the floor: “What is it now?”

“If one day I lost everything, would you still want me?” Sylvan leaned against the bed, holding Sweet Kitty close and not letting go.

“No.”

Sylvan Cheney: “…”

“You’re lying to me.” Sylvan looked at her, his eyes burning with a deep, profound intensity, “I’m cold…”

“Cold?” Jasmine looked up, “It’s not cold today.”

“My heart is cold.”

Jasmine: “…”

Sylvan Cheney held Sweet Kitty, stroking its soft fur over and over again.

Sweet Kitty, feeling rather helpless, could only meow at Jasmine.

Jasmine took Sweet Kitty from his arms: “You’re not allowed to play with Sweet Kitty anymore, it’s scared of you.”

“I’m cold.”

“Sweet Kitty is not a hot water bottle; you think you can use it for warmth?” Jasmine scolded him, “I’m telling you, you’re not allowed to mistreat it.”

“Oh.” Sylvan seemed like he had done something wrong and fell silent.

Seeing him finally settle down, Jasmine set down Sweet Kitty and continued to tidy up.

Frowning as she cleaned: “Look at you, what you’ve done to my place. I just cleaned it inside and out yesterday. The sheets were washed yesterday, the pillows, too. And now you’ve turned it all into this mess…”

“I didn’t throw up.”

“So you think you’re justified?” Jasmine glared at him.

“…” Sylvan fell silent again, feeling so wronged.

“Sweet Kitty didn’t make such a mess when it first came here. You’re killing me, messing up the bed like this, how am I supposed to sleep tonight.”

“You could sleep in my… arms.”

“Who wants to sleep in your arms, just cool it. And I’m warning you, if you break into my door again, I’m calling the police.”

“No boobs, yet so fierce.”

“!!!” Jasmine exploded, “Say that again!”

She was truly angry now, outraged at being told to her face she had small boobs.

“I said I love you.”

“Nonsense!” Jasmine burst out, “Brave enough to say it but not to own it, Sylvan Cheney, you’re no man! Have the guts to repeat what you just said!”

“I, love, you.”

“Not that line, the one before.”

“Can’t remember.”

“What do you mean you can’t remember, your memory is clearly sharp, scoundrel, shameless!” Jasmine was livid.

Taking advantage of being drunk to act shamelessly. He really was without shame.

“Give me your phone; I’ll call your assistant and have him come pick you up.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Sylvan looked at her disapprovingly, just hogging her bed.