Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1091 - Chapter 1091 Chapter 1091 Pull her into his arms

Chapter 1091: Chapter 1091: Pull her into his arms! Chapter 1091: Chapter 1091: Pull her into his arms! Sylvan Cheney peeled shrimp for her and also served her a small bowl of rib soup.

Under the light, his cold and stern profile gained a peaceful softness, like uncut jade, a gentleness he had never shown before.

The harsh lines of his profile softened considerably.

“What time is the lecture this afternoon?”

“It doesn’t start until three.”

“Oh, then there’s no rush, eat up and have a nap, hmm?”

“Mmm.” Jasmine Yale nodded, “Rainy days are good for sleeping, look at Sweet Kitty, she’s especially sleepy when it rains.”

Cheney’s eyes narrowed, a calm smile in his gaze.

On such a rainy day, in the depth of late autumn, there was an exceptional sense of comfort, even time seemed to slow down.

Jasmine’s little apartment was very cozy, decorated in a simplistic countryside style, and the floor was covered with the kind of blanket she loved best, which didn’t feel cold even when she walked on it barefoot.

The place was heated and filled with joy.

After eating and drinking her fill, Jasmine Yale lifted her eyelids lazily, “I don’t want to wash the dishes…”

“I cooked the meal, and you still expect me to wash the dishes? Hmm?” Sylvan also looked at her.

“Alright…” Jasmine Yale stood up, “I’ll do the dishes, I can wash, I can.”

Jasmine Yale went to the sink and tied on an apron.

No matter what, she was quite satisfied with today’s meal, things she hadn’t eaten since coming abroad.

She hadn’t expected Sylvan Cheney to be such a good cook.

She poured dish soap and started washing the dishes seriously with her head down.

Just as she was washing a bowl, suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist, and the man embraced her from behind.

He pressed her against the edge of the sink, leaning down, his hot breath falling by her earlobe.

Jasmine Yale’s heart skipped a beat, her hand slipped, and she almost shattered the bowl.

“Jasy…”

He tilted his head and gently called her name by her ear, his voice husky and sensual.

Jasmine Yale didn’t dare to move, setting down the bowl in her hand.

The faucet was on, the sound of water flowing “whoosh whoosh”.

Jasmine Yale’s heartbeat “thumped and thumped”, she couldn’t clearly describe the feeling that began to rapidly spread throughout her body, entwining like water plants, almost suffocating her.

Her breathing quickened.

At the same time, she could feel Sylvan Cheney’s burning breath.

In the tight space, the temperature soared suddenly.

Jasmine Yale frowned, lowering her eyelashes, “Don’t do this…”

“Jasy, I don’t know how much reason I have left, maybe… what little is left is almost gone… In my entire life, all my reason, decisiveness, and resolve have broken down because of you…”

His low husky voice echoed in her ear.

Suddenly, she remembered some people and things.

She cast her eyes down, pushed Sylvan Cheney away, turned her head, and walked away, “Don’t do this.”

Just as she was walking out of the kitchen, Sylvan Cheney’s big hand tugged and pulled her back into his arms!

This time, without giving her a chance to speak, he leaned down and his cool lips kissed hers.

Jasmine Yale’s eyes widened, she struggled.

But his kisses became more and more intense, pressing her against the kitchen wall.

He bowed his head, pressing down, leaving her no chance to escape.

The discrepancy in strength between men and women was apparent, and she gradually gave up the fight, her eyes reflecting profound depths.

She was like a Sweet Kitty, pressed down, immobile, at his mercy.

Her back against the cold wall.

A heart, sinking and floating, restlessly turbulent.

Sylvan Cheney’s breath lingered around her, persistent and unyielding.

Outside the window, the rain poured on.

The kiss lasted for a long time.

Having kissed enough, he let her go, hands pressing on her shoulders, keeping her still.