Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2173: Will You Marry Me?

"Kade Yuvan asked me to bring you some food, let me give it to you." Jasmine Yale stood up.

Sylvan Cheney grabbed her wrist, looking at her, "Don’t move, I’ll get it."

He pressed Jasmine Yale into his seat.

The thermos box had been replaced with a sky-blue one, and upon opening it, Sylvan Cheney found there were osmanthus wine glutinous rice balls again. She was certainly persistent.

He took out a small bowl and filled it to the brim.

The entire office was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus and rice wine.

He took a bite, "The taste is okay, but the wine aroma is lacking. Fruit wine is the most aromatic for making rice wine."

Jasmine Yale looked at him, brushed aside the stray hair by her ear, and said calmly, "If you’re capable, make it yourself."

"..."

"Boss, does working overtime lead to getting rich? Or getting out of being single?" Jasmine Yale suddenly asked.

"..." Sylvan Cheney glanced at her leisurely, "No."

"Then why are you working overtime so desperately?" Jasmine Yale said, "With the way you are, you won’t make a good husband or a good father. No one wants to marry someone who doesn’t even care about themselves. Such a person, how could they care about their wife and children, care about the family?"

"If I cared about myself, would you marry me?"

"Don’t forget, we already broke up. In our last relationship, you initiated dating, and it was also you who initiated the breakup. I didn’t have any autonomy; it seemed like you called all the shots." Jasmine Yale’s voice softened, "The last relationship lasted less than two months."

"Idiot." Sylvan Cheney was too angry to speak.

"The glutinous rice balls are best eaten hot; they don’t taste good when they’re cold." Jasmine Yale placed a hand on her stomach, looking at him, "As for what I’ve been reminding you about...there’s nothing more I can repeat. No matter how much I say, you still can’t do it."

"Well, you can remind me every day."

"..." Jasmine Yale laughed out of exasperation, "You’re not a three-year-old child."

"Did you make it yourself?" Sylvan Cheney pointed at the rice ball in the spoon.

Jasmine Yale nodded, "Yeah."

"No wonder it doesn’t taste that great."

"..." Jasmine Yale was upset, "If you don’t like it, don’t eat it." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"The rice balls are too sticky, too thick, and the wine aroma is insufficient. Try it yourself, is it not?"

"Is it that bad?" Jasmine Yale was skeptical.

Sylvan Cheney held the small bowl and walked over. He scooped a spoonful of rice ball, blew on it to cool it, "Open your mouth."

"..." Jasmine Yale was determined not to.

"Hmm?"

"I don’t..."

The next second, Sylvan Cheney poped the rice ball into his own mouth and sealed her lips with his, silencing her words.

He held the back of her head, gently lifting it, feeding her the rice ball.

Jasmine Yale had just showered, her body exuded a rich fragrance of shower gel, fresh and pleasant, like blooming flowers.

Her hair ends and lips carried the scent, that clean and tempting fragrance prompted Sylvan Cheney to explore.

The scent on Jasmine Yale deeply stimulated his sense of smell, it was a unique feminine aroma — gentle and tender.

Sylvan Cheney tossed the spoon aside, leaned over her, his fingers threading through her hair.

He held the back of her head, not allowing her a moment to breathe.

Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, receiving his kiss.

The scent on him was still the most familiar to her, that unique, robust male pheromone scent, steady, subdued, pure.

All around, the temperature suddenly rose.

"Hmm..." Jasmine Yale frowned.

His kisses were too dense. Her small hands gripped his shoulders, trying to push him away.