Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 956 - Chapter 956 Chapter 956 In an Incredibly Bad Temper

Chapter 956: Chapter 956: In an Incredibly Bad Temper Chapter 956: Chapter 956: In an Incredibly Bad Temper She was still haggling with him.

“Jasmine Yale, don’t push my limits!” Sylvan Cheney shouted at her.

Jasmine Yale felt his icy gaze and frosty look, she knew he was angry.

They hadn’t seen each other for a few days, and he was raging as soon as he returned. What kind of person was he?

Couldn’t he have a proper conversation with her? It’s not like they couldn’t discuss things… What was all the anger about, he had such a bad temper.

She raised her hand and wiped her eyes with the back of it.

She was crying very sadly, her shoulders trembling.

She walked out while crying.

She was wearing slippers, stepping on the soft carpet, dragging her heavy legs one step at a time.

It was just past three o’clock in the afternoon, with the blazing sun overhead and the incessant cicadas.

Bright sunlight baked the earth; even the green leaves felt scorched, and the air swirled with hot molecules and restless vibes.

The moment Jasmine Yale’s foot stepped out of the living room, she retracted it in fright.

It was too hot!

She had only stood at the door for a while, and she was already sweating.

In this kind of weather, she could suffer from heatstroke in minutes.

His heart was so cruel, actually making her stand outside.

Jasmine Yale cried breathlessly, continuously wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

She didn’t want to go out.

But Sylvan Cheney strode over, staring at her coldly.

Jasmine Yale felt helpless, with no alternative, she knew she couldn’t overpower him, and resentfully glared at him.

With gritted teeth and determination, she stepped into the yard.

Under the blazing sun, within five minutes, sweat streamed down her forehead and her hair was damp.

Her back was even sweatier.

She wore a loose, plain short-sleeved T-shirt, the searing sunlight roasting her little arms and face.

Heatstroke was a minor issue; getting tanned was a serious matter.

Who knows what she would look like after tomorrow.

But Sylvan Cheney remained unrelenting, even glancing at her from the window.

Within his gaze, she saw indifference and annoyance.

She dared not look at him anymore, lowered her head, and focused on her own toes.

The sun was roasting the earth and her entire body; she felt like a skewer of meat, ready to be sprinkled with cumin and eaten if she kept roasting.

Jasmine Yale thought he was really heartless, extremely heartless.

No one dared plead for her; she cursed him in circles within her mind.

Cursing his business to fail, his car tires to blow out…

Of course, the business shouldn’t fail too much, or else she wouldn’t be able to support him.

The car shouldn’t always have flat tires, otherwise, that would lead to trouble…

So she cursed while thinking, her throat choking up, feeling unbearably uncomfortable.

It was too hot, truly too hot…

With resentment, she sobbed quietly, unable to produce a sound.

Bright sunlight flickered above her head, her eyes dizzy, feeling glaring.

She didn’t dare to run around; he told her to stand, so she just stood, not daring to defy him.

Not knowing how long passed, her vision began to blur, the house appeared doubled, the stairs multiplied…

With a “thump,” she collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

In the time that followed, the cicadas had ceased their chirping, daylight turned to night.

When she awoke, she saw nothing but endless lights before her.

Everything was quiet around her, deep into the night.

The man sat beside the bed, supporting his head, with his eyes closed, his face weary and tense, clothes unchanged.

Jasmine Yale moved her arm; it was poked with a needle, probably for an IV drip.

Being young, she recovered quickly, and upon waking, she blinked her dark eyes, looking around.

It was dark now, already two o’clock in the morning.

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