Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 959 - Chapter 959 Chapter 959 How Much Longer Do You Want to Hold Me

Chapter 959: Chapter 959: How Much Longer Do You Want to Hold Me? Chapter 959: Chapter 959: How Much Longer Do You Want to Hold Me? Jasmine Yale noticed that his attitude was not too bad today, and he didn’t seem angry, so she became bolder.

She hooked her arms around his neck and was even more reluctant to let go.

Even somewhat spoiled by his affection.

“You were really fierce yesterday…” Jasmine Yale looked at him with puppy eyes, “I cried because of you.”

“If this happens again, it won’t be as simple as just crying,” Sylvan Cheney said, his tone carrying a warning.

Jasmine Yale thought he would coax her with a few words.

Unexpectedly, he became fierce again in a blink of an eye.

“I won’t cheat anymore, but I can’t do it, can you teach me…” Jasmine Yale asked tentatively, her eyes shimmering brightly.

A faint blush spread across her face, like the evening glow, fresh and beautiful.

She had thought of him for several days at home, thinking he would return home after a few more days.

So she was really surprised when he came back yesterday.

She felt both happy and unhappy.

Happy because he came back early, before she started school; unhappy because he scolded her as soon as he returned, even tearing up his papers.

“Wishful thinking.”

Jasmine Yale: “…”

Her lips instantly drooped, alright, she understood he was busy.

There was resentment and dissatisfaction on her face as she looked at him pitifully.

The bedroom was quiet and peaceful.

She rarely got so close to him, and for a moment, she forgot to feel shy, watching him without blinking.

After some time, Sylvan Cheney’s deep voice broke the silence–

“How much longer do you want to hold me? Hmm?”

“Not at all.” Jasmine Yale got scared and hurriedly removed her hands from his neck.

Not at all.

But her flushed face betrayed her.

Sylvan Cheney curved his lips, his gaze intense on her rosy cheeks.

From that day on, Sylvan probably finished his work, as he spent the whole day without going out.

Although he said he wouldn’t teach her homework, when Jasmine Yale was frowning at the desk in the study, he would still go over and give her tips.

Three days before school started, Jasmine Yale crammed for her summer homework.

Sheet after sheet of paper, writing until her scalp tingled.

However, when she was doing her homework, Sylvan Cheney would sit on a sofa nearby, sometimes reading the newspaper, sometimes working on his laptop.

In short, when she was there, he was too.

Occasionally, when Jasmine Yale was tired from writing, she would rest her chin on her hands and sneak peeks at him.

One glance at him was very motivating.

She had to admit, he was indeed the most handsome man she had ever seen.

His stern brows and eyes, his composed face, and his sharp gaze, especially when he was working, were exceptionally charming.

Every move he made was filled with an allure that captivated her.

As such, Jasmine Yale didn’t feel tired at all.

At the tail end of that summer, she liked to walk barefoot on the carpet in the Cheney Residence, and she loved to laugh joyfully and unrestrainedly by his side.

Soon, Jasmine Yale forgot about the incident with copying homework, and Sylvan Cheney never mentioned it either.

He didn’t go on any business trips until she started school.

In three days, she caught up with all her homework, something she had never dared to imagine before.

Even on the evening before school started, Sylvan Cheney praised her and took her out for ice cream.

It’s just that she got tanned that day, and it took a long time for her to return to her lighter skin tone.

Although not a distant memory, to the current Jasmine Yale, it felt like a century had passed.

So long, yet out of reach.

When they were young, the flowers were beautiful, and the moon was full.

In the long summer light years, there were cicadas chirping, green shades, and gentle breezes.

And there was him.