Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 219 - : Hitting is Caring, Scolding is Loving
Chapter 219: Chapter 219: Hitting is Caring, Scolding is Loving
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Charles McIntosh paces away appropriately, heading into the house to bring out the bound Hans Colin and take him away.
In the yard, only Sylvan Cheney and Jasmine Yale remain. ๐ป๐ณ๐ฎโฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ท๐ท๐๐ท๐๐ญ.๐๐๐
The wind blows, a dry leaf slowly spins in the air and flutters to the ground, rubbing against the ground and making a rustling sound.
Everything is exceptionally quiet.
โSylvan Cheney, did you do this on purpose?โ
She lost face in front of him and his subordinates.
At this moment, the complexion of Jasmine Yale is very terrible, her face pale, her lips tightly clenched.
โYes, it was on purpose.โ
Sylvan Cheney doesnโt deny it at all. His deep gaze falls on her face, and the corners of his mouth curl up with a teasing arc.
โSylvan Cheney, this is the last time I beg you in my life!โ Jasmine Yale gritted her teeth.
โHmm?โ Sylvan Cheney responded indifferently, raising an eyebrow, his eyes filled with a profound light, โIt wonโt be the last time.โ
Jasmine Yale stood her ground, glaring fiercely at Sylvan Cheney.
At this moment, in the eyes of Sylvan Cheney, Jasmine Yale was like a hair- raising little lioness.
Her bloodshot eyes looked like she wanted to eat him alive.
A leaf fell from the tree and landed on Jasmine Yaleโs shoulder.
Sylvan Cheney reached out his hand and brushed it aside.
โBehave yourself.โ he spoke gravely, โThe next time you utter foul language, donโt blame me for being impolite.โ
โYou started cursing first.โ
โBeating and cursing are signs of affection.โ
โShameless.โ
โYes, indeed.โ
Jasmine Yale stared at him, his face completely undisturbed. How thick- skinned was this man?
Why hadnโt she noticed it before?
Really, the Sylvan Cheney she knew before was courteous, composed, graceful and noble.
Every glance and action he made exuded an extraordinary dignity and fear-inducing depth.
Jasmine Yale was no match for him, she leaned against the wall, ready to leave.
Her legs were still shaking a bit, she didnโt dare to look at the corpse of the bandit on the ground.
The scene was bloody, and terror permeated the air.
Perhaps Charles Mcintosh had notified the police station, her feet had not yet taken root when the police arrived.
Jasmine Yale leaned against the wall for support while she walked, her face as pale as paper.
โMr. Cheney, howโs Little Chale? Is he alright?โ Jasmine still couldnโt help but ask.
Suddenly, Sylvan Cheney walked over โ
He scooped her up with one arm, a princess hug, holding her in his arms.
โHeโs alright.โ
โIโm glad. I was scared to death. If anything were to have happened to Little Chaleโฆโ
Jasmine Yale paused.
She had already lost one child, she didnโt want this adorable little boy to be injured because of her.
If anything really happened to Little Chale, she would probably only be able to apologize with her life.
โIโm sorry, Mr. Cheney, I failed to take good care of Little Chale, Iโm sorry.โ Jasmine Yale, who had always been clear about grievances, sincerely apologized to Sylvan Cheney, โI really didnโt expect Hans Colin to be this kind of person, back when we were in college, heโฆโ
โIโm not interested in hearing this!โ
โOh.โ Jasmine Yale closed her mouth.
Sylvan Cheney carried her and walked out of the yard.
The sun was perfect today, fully shining down.
Jasmine Yaleโs hand was still trembling, her heart pounding non-stop, thump, thump, thump.
This was her first encounter with such a situation, she couldnโt calm herself down.
Sylvan Cheneyโs Rolls-Royce was parked outside. Its black body sleek and low- key, like a lurking leopard.
โJasmine Yale, what did I say last night? Hmm?โ
Sylvan Cheney put her in the car, emanating an icy aura, his face stone-cold.
Jasmine Yaleโs heart skipped a beat.
Last night.
โIf thereโs any mishap, from here on out, you should never see the little one again.โ
Thatโs how he had warned her.
