Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2071: Are You Willing to Be with Me Now?
Jasmine Yale’s eyes gleamed with a radiant light, carrying sincerity and warmth.
"Ridiculous!" Sylvan Cheney couldn’t help but shout at her.
"Why don’t you answer me..."
"Asking such a question, don’t you think you’re being an idiot? Hmm? With my capabilities, I would end up on the streets?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"I’m just making a hypothetical statement, you... really!" Jasmine fumed, glaring at Sylvan Cheney.
"There’s no such hypothetical."
"So you’re saying, no matter what, you’ll never be swayed by others, you have the ability to make a good life for yourself, right? President, there are some things that shouldn’t be said so early."
"Stick with me, I won’t let you suffer. As long as I have a bite to eat, you won’t go hungry!" Sylvan Cheney’s eyes flashed with anger at her worries about all sorts of nonsensical problems.
"If one day you are penniless, don’t expect me to use my salary to support you." Jasmine scoffed coldly, "Being penniless is minor, I’m worried you’ll be in debt. If you dare go into debt, I’ll leave you immediately. I won’t spend the rest of my life paying off your debts."
"So are you willing to be with me?" Sylvan Cheney stared intently into her eyes, his heart skipped a beat at that moment.
"I didn’t say that." Jasmine’s face flushed red, she stuck out her neck and looked at him.
"Yes, you didn’t say that." Sylvan Cheney’s lips curled into a smile, he raised his hand and gently ruffled her soft hair with an instinctively practiced action.
His hand was somewhat cold.
Seeing him dressed so lightly, Jasmine couldn’t help but say, "Aren’t you cold, wearing so little? Choosing style over warmth? Or are you out here trying to attract attention?"
Sylvan Cheney extended a hand to her, "Touch and see, is it cold?"
"No touch, too cold." Jasmine glanced at him disdainfully, "Where’s your coat?"
"In a rush to get downstairs to you, left it in the car."
"Then head back early, don’t catch a cold. I went to your apartment today, watered your pothos plant, ironed your clothes, see if you’re satisfied when you return."
"Satisfied."
"Eh, you haven’t even gone back yet!" Jasmine laughed, this man, really knows how to make someone happy.
Against all odds, she really fell for his tricks.
Whenever he sweet-talked her, she’d lose her bearings, her IQ would plummet, she wouldn’t know what hit her.
The corridor was very quiet, so quiet that their small conversation could be heard clearly, even their breathing.
Sylvan Cheney pinned her against the corner of the wall, his gaze remained on her face, tracing the contours of her features.
"This morning, was your first phone call to me?" Sylvan Cheney pursued.
Jasmine’s heart skipped again, indeed, she knew it.
Jasmine shook the phone in her hand, "Want to see evidence? There’s a call log."
Sylvan Cheney smiled, his eyes full of satisfaction.
Jasmine teased, "President, it’s easy for me to call you, but what if this happens again? I’m a pregnant woman, not sure I always have the energy to deal with things. Besides, open attacks are easy to avoid, hidden ones are hard, the human heart is the most unpredictable."
"Understood." Sylvan Cheney grasped her meaning.
Jasmine knew he was smart, she didn’t continue further.
Nowadays, she felt like a femme fatale, whispering in his ear.
"It’s past nine, President, you should head back early, don’t catch a chill, don’t tire yourself out." Jasmine raised her hand, straightening his disheveled collar, her eyes brimming with genteel warmth.
