Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2174: Hooked Around His Neck, Wanting More

Sylvan Cheney, still unsatisfied, pressed her down and kissed her fiercely a few more times before letting her go.

Jasmine Yale panted heavily, her cheeks flushed red. She glared at him, unable to say a word, focusing only on catching her breath.

Her hair was a mess, her breathing chaotic.

Sylvan Cheney’s mind was far from calm; his ears were red, ripples danced in his eyes, and his heart was pounding.

He corralled Jasmine Yale into the chair, staring straight at her.

The light shone down, their eyes met, igniting countless sparks.

Jasmine Yale shot him a resentful look, thinking that even his kissing skills had regressed with his amnesia.

That just now couldn’t even be called a kiss, it was clearly... gnawing.

He can’t even kiss anymore.

Like a little wolfdog.

The old Sylvan Cheney kissed gently and passionately, often making her melt like water, wrapping her arms around his neck desiring more from just one kiss.

Now Sylvan Cheney’s kiss... no, it can’t even be called a kiss!

Sylvan Cheney’s breath was also chaotic, his heart fluctuating wildly, desires within him stirred.

"Sylvan Cheney, do you gnaw on every woman you see?"

"Gnaw? Jasmine Yale, can you watch your words?!"

"Forget it..." Jasmine Yale avoided his gaze, "Finish the dumplings, they’re getting cold."

"Your husband was a great kisser?" A provocative gleam appeared in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes, deep and dark.

"You’re bringing that up again."

"Answer me!"

"He... wasn’t as good as you."

"He’s not as good as me in anything, yet I can’t compare to him, right? You’d pursue him, but never me, because you never really liked me!"

"Nonsense." Jasmine Yale glanced at him.

"You can leave now." Sylvan Cheney’s face was displeased, he stood up and turned away.

"Sylvan Cheney, can’t you change this habit of random suspicion? Say what you like, my husband never doubted me, he trusted me unconditionally, but you? You’re irritable, quick-tempered, suspicious. Ask yourself, do you genuinely trust me? Don’t rush to answer, let me tell you, you never truly believed me, otherwise you wouldn’t assume I’ve been with many men just because of a few photos!"

"Whether it happened or not, you know in your heart."

"You!" Jasmine Yale was infuriated, she stood up, "Forget it, I humiliated myself tonight, from now on, I’ll never seek you out. Hear me, never again, forever!"

Jasmine Yale was truly angry. She stood up, unable to vent her anger, and tore up several documents on his desk!

The sound of tearing echoed, scattering bits of paper on the floor.

Jasmine Yale stepped over them, leaving the thermos box behind as she exited the CEO’s office.

The office was in shambles.

Sylvan Cheney stood where he was, his shadow elongated by the light.

Jasmine Yale ran out of the CEO’s office, pressing the button for the descending elevator, her eyes suddenly brimming with tears without warning.

Her chest ached sharply.

Since losing his memory, Sylvan Cheney’s trust in her was shaky. She intended to guide him carefully, to get him to cooperate with treatment. If he could remember the past, great; if he genuinely couldn’t, she would still try to get along with him as he was after amnesia.

Tears streamed down, one by one.

She cried.

She couldn’t recall the last time she cried, but now, he had angered her to tears, her heart clenched with pain.

Unable to squat down, she leaned against the wall, her shoulders shaking, crying uncontrollably.

She sobbed loudly, tears flowing freely, her eyes red with emotion.