Fated love: the unwanted bride

Sylvan Cheney had too much to drink and kept kissing her.

Jasmine Yale frowned intolerably, closed her eyes, and said: "Sylvan Cheney, if you insist on touching me today, then in the future, we won’t even be strangers, we’ll be enemies."

Her tone was much calmer.

She knew that there was a strength disparity between men and women, and if he insisted on having her, she had no room to resist.

But she was unwilling.

"Sylvan Cheney, what you’re doing to me now is called rape, think it through. How are you any different from those vice presidents and managers who tried to take advantage of me back then?"

Though Jasmine Yale had also been drinking, she wasn’t drunk and was very clear about everything now. At this moment, Sylvan Cheney was forcing himself on her.

Her voice was very calm.

Sure enough, after a while, the person on top of her stopped moving, but his hands still held her wrists tightly, pressing down hard.

In the darkness, Sylvan Cheney’s face was very close to hers, and the only sound was his heavy breathing, rising and falling.

Jasmine Yale’s body felt very cold.

Her dress had long since fallen to the floor.

"Jasmine Yale, are you still planning to stay by Will Caddel’s side?"

"It’s none of your business."

"Seeing you in this degenerate state, I really feel like choking you."

"You’re the last person qualified to say that to me."

"Hah," Sylvan Cheney let out another cold laugh, "Then I’ll be waiting for the day you fall from your high ground."

"Have you been waiting for this day all along? If that day really comes, will it make you happy?"

"You brought it on yourself!" Sylvan Cheney’s tone was cold and severe.

"Leave, your wife’s still here. What do you think you’re doing, tangling with me in front of your own wife and child? CEO Cheney, you’ve already obtained everything you wanted: power, money, status, family, children—you are the winner in life. I have never been worth mentioning in front of you. Please give me a little breathing space. I just want to barely survive. Although it’s exhausting, I’ve always been striving to live..."

"You brought it on yourself!"

"Yes, I brought it on myself." Jasmine Yale’s face showed a bleak, dim expression, hidden in the darkness, silent and inconspicuous, "CEO Cheney, you keep entangling with me like this, so let me ask you, if I asked you to leave Erin Janus right now and marry me, would you be willing?"

Jasmine Yale didn’t even know why she asked this question.

Neither the past Sylvan Cheney nor the present Sylvan Cheney had ever mentioned marrying her.

To her, marriage was a solemn and sacred ceremony, but he had never promised her anything.

Her heart pounded irregularly and violently.

Sylvan Cheney’s solid chest pressed tightly against her, making it a bit hard for her to breathe.

In the darkness, she heard Sylvan Cheney’s breathing quickening, and of course, he also remained silent.

The suite was pitch black, nothing could be seen, not a glimmer of light.

Jasmine Yale even felt like she was dreaming.

She closed her eyes, and her entire being was silent, like a lifeless ragdoll.

She wanted to laugh, to act out, to be happy, to be joyful, but whenever those feelings started to take root, he would appear and snuff them out with his own hands.

Even simple things became luxuries for her.

She was clearly trying hard to live and adjust her mindset to face the future, but he... wouldn’t even give her that chance.

Right now, she was in an extremely bad mood, really bad.

The excitement of the evening had all but vanished, leaving only endless disappointment and sorrow.

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