Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1074 - Chapter 1074 Chapter 1074 Treating Sylvan Cheney as a Body

Chapter 1074: Chapter 1074: Treating Sylvan Cheney as a Body Pillow Chapter 1074: Chapter 1074: Treating Sylvan Cheney as a Body Pillow Jasmine Yale remembered that it was the same that year.

But back then, it was she who had suggested going to the movies.

Abroad, indeed, no one would notice them, especially since Sylvan Cheney was dressed so inconspicuously today.

Jasmine had always been shorter than him, and it seemed, after all these years, she was still much shorter.

Walking beside him, Jasmine suddenly laughed, “You remind me of an older brother.”

“Hmm?” Sylvan Cheney looked at her in surprise, “A protective brother?”

“Actually, when I was little, I always fantasized about having an older brother, so neither my mom nor I would be bullied, he would protect us, shield us from the wind and rain, and he would spoil me a lot,” Jasmine said with a distant look in her eyes.

Having an older brother really must be nice.

On Sylvan’s face was a composed expression, not in much agreement.

“Those who can shield you from the wind and the rain, and spoil you, it’s not only brothers who can do that,” he said nonchalantly as they walked.

“Hmm?”

“There’s also a husband.”

Jasmine fell silent.

Sylvan Cheney’s hands were in his trench coat pockets; his steps, slow and steady.

Walking beside him, Jasmine felt an indescribable emotion in her heart as she hugged her arms and walked very slowly.

Eight years ago, she would secretly cling to his arm.

Eight years later, though they were within arm’s reach, she felt a distance.

“Does your stomach still hurt?” he asked gently.

“Not much.”

“Are your periods more regular now?”

“Much better, thanks to your medicine.”

“No need to thank me, it’s what I should do.”

Jasmine didn’t quite understand what he meant by “what I should do.”

When they got to the cinema, they found their seats and sat down.

It was a romantic art film, the kind Jasmine enjoyed in her teens. After watching, she could always imagine herself in a tragic love story.

Back then, it was also trendy in her class to watch these kinds of movies and read related books.

Everyone watched, and she followed suit. As soon as class ended, the discussions would be fervent.

As she got older, she found these films sleep-inducing.

Moreover, the ongoing work and study didn’t help. Whenever she had a chance, she could doze off.

After watching for less than half an hour, her eyelids started to fight each other.

Jasmine propped her head with her hand, nodding off like she was counting soybeans.

Perhaps because of the uncomfortable seating, she would adjust her position now and then in a daze.

Sylvan Cheney moved closer, gently embraced her, and let her sleep on his legs.

This time, Jasmine was finally comfortable. She leaned on him and fell asleep.

Jasmine completely used Sylvan Cheney as a pillow, as if she were sleeping in her own bedroom.

It took only a few minutes for Sylvan Cheney to start regretting it.

He had no interest in watching the movie anymore; the warm breath Jasmine exhaled through his clothing onto his body was a tremendous torture.

And her little head couldn’t stay still, always inadvertently touching places it shouldn’t.

Sylvan Cheney’s blood flowed in reverse, tortured through and through.

Whatever the movie was about, he didn’t catch a single word of it.

All his thoughts were on Jasmine.

The cinema was quiet, with only the dim light and sound from the screen.

Sylvan Cheney felt as if he were in a desert, torrid and restless.

Jasmine, on the other hand, was sleeping comfortably, sweetly, occasionally even touching his waist with her soft hand by accident.

She did not wake up after she fell asleep. By the time Sylvan Cheney carried her out of the cinema, she was still asleep.

She was like a light and fluffy kitten, nestled in Sylvan Cheney’s embrace.

She even used his trench coat to cover her little head, to make it even warmer!

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