Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 835 - : The Fever Just Went Down and Hasn’t Woken Up Yet
Chapter 835: Chapter 835: The Fever Just Went Down and Hasn’t Woken Up Yet
In the hospital room.
When Sylvan Cheney returned after having smoked a few cigarettes, Jasmine Yale was still in a deep sleep.
His warm hand touched her forehead, the high fever had subsided.
However, Jasmine Yale’s hands and feet were ice-cold, her lips pale.
Her face was thin, worn out from exhaustion and fatigue.
Sylvan Cheney bent down and kissed her lips, cradling her face somewhat uncontrollably, his own lips carrying a faint taste of tobacco.
Her lips were cool, with her unique fragrance.
In that moment, Sylvan couldn’t control himself, as if he had thrown away the last of his rationality.
He held the back of her head.
Enraptured and forgetful of the world, he wanted to brand his mark on her lips.
Soon, Sylvan’s breathing became uneven as he kissed Jasmine Yale, nearly losing control.
She carried a sweet scent on her body, like gardenia, yet also reminiscent of jasmine.
Sylvan was completely unable to control himself, his hand unbuttoning the buttons of her hospital gown, one, two…
Just as he was about to undo the third, Sylvan’s forehead wrinkled, and he abruptly stopped his actions.
Had he gone mad? She was still a patient.
Rationality chased away sensibility, and his long fingers halted on her clothes.
Jasmine Yale’s skin was fair and delicate, she lay there with her eyes closed, motionless.
Sylvan suppressed his desires, his eyes and brows filled with restrained coldness.
His body burning, yet his reason eventually prevailed, like a bucket of cold water extinguishing his longing.
He silently lifted his hand and re-buttoned Jasmine Yale’s clothes.
Jasmine Yale slept peacefully, her lips slightly reddened but otherwise unchanged.
Sylvan stood up, straightened his clothes, and poured himself a glass of cold water.
After finishing the water, his rationality and calm finally returned completely.
Knock knock—
Someone gently knocked on the hospital room door.
Sylvan frowned, went to the video intercom, and saw Ann Nolan.
When the door opened, Ann Nolan seemed somewhat uneasy upon seeing Sylvan.
She thought Sylvan would be at the group company and a servant would be watching over the room; she didn’t expect Sylvan to be there.
She didn’t have much interaction with Sylvan Cheney; he was a friend of Zaiden Santos, and she merely knew Sylvan.
“Mr. Cheney, I came to see Jasmine. I heard she was sick,” Ann Nolan said without knowing the full situation.
“Her high fever just went down, she’s not awake yet,” Sylvan said, tiredness evident on his face.
“May I go in and see her?”
“Hmm.”
Having received Sylvan’s permission, Ann Nolan placed the fruit basket she had brought on the table and walked to the bedside to see Jasmine Yale.
“Jasmine, it’s Ann. I’m here to see you, you need to get well soon.”
Ann Nolan reached out to stroke Jasmine Yale’s face, brushing aside the stray hair by her ears.
Jasmine Yale gave no response.
Ann Nolan looked with distress at the multiple needle marks on her arm, furrowing her brow and softly sighing.
“Mr. Cheney, how long until the doctors think she will wake up?”
“Another 24 hours of observation.”
“I took a day off today, I can stay with her,” Ann said. “If you have business to attend to, please go ahead.”
Ann Nolan was aware that Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney shared a complicated relationship that was hard to define.
But she was unaware of how far their relationship had truly progressed.
It was while she was looking down that she suddenly—
Noticed some faint and darker marks on Jasmine Yale’s neck.
Ann Nolan suddenly understood something, but she remained silent.
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Besides Sylvan Cheney, there were no other men here.
“Sorry for the trouble, I need to step out,” Sylvan said as he took his coat from the rack and draped it over his arm, heading out the door.
