Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 628: Chapter 628: Still Savoring that Kiss

Jasmine Yale raised her head amidst the misty fog of the bathroom.

She was very close to Sylvan Cheney, close enough to see the flickering glimmer in his eyes.

She hadn’t misheard him; he was speaking to her.

He was saying, be with him.

A few droplets of water clung to Jasmine’s long eyelashes, and with a blink, they fell.

Sylvan seemed to sigh.

Stretching out his hand, he pushed her against the wall, and a hot, wet kiss landed on her.

He kissed her lips, forcefully grinding, nipping, and nibbling.

This sudden kiss left Jasmine stunned for a few seconds. By the time she processed what was happening, he had deepened the kiss, savoring her unique scent.

Jasmine propped herself up against the bathtub, just managing to stop herself from collapsing.

But half of her clothes were soaked!

“Mmm…”

The kiss was long and warm.

Like a persistent drizzle, incessantly entangling.

The bathroom was filled with looming white fog.

After a while, Sylvan was the one who ended the kiss.

Jasmine quickly stood up, wiped her lips, her eyes hinted anger.

“If you keep this up, I’m going to leave.”

This was her second warning to him today.

Sylvan leaned lazily against the bathtub, his eyes half-closed, still savoring the kiss.

Warm water spread across his chest, making him look sexy and attractive.

Although he was doing something shameless, he remained calm and collected, exuding grace.

“Jasy, don’t do graduate studies anymore. I’ll support you.” Sylvan looked at her, his gaze sinking, “You can do whatever you want.”

Jasmine shook her head without hesitation.

“I don’t need your support. I don’t.” She refused him.

Before turning eighteen, she was incapable of supporting herself, so living off him had been comfortable, but also felt indebted.

Therefore, she didn’t dare ask him for anything, didn’t dare stretch out her hand for things, didn’t dare talk back to him, didn’t dare defy his wishes.

Now, as he makes such demands, she no longer needs him.

She had her own hands and feet, could support herself.

Although it was hard, she felt free.

“You’ve grown up, no longer listening to me,” Sylvan’s gaze deepened, “You go ahead.”

Jasmine noticed he was angry again.

She wiped the water off her face with a towel, looked at him with relief.

“I’m done here, call me if you need anything. I won’t be far.”

“Okay.”

Jasmine closed the door behind her casually and left.

She changed her wet clothes and wiped her hair.

Sylvan’s breath still lingered on her lips.

After a long while, Sylvan finally came out from the bathroom.

The night had turned cool.

All was tranquil around her.

Jasmine had fallen asleep due to exhaustion. But she hadn’t changed her clothes, she was curling up on the right side of the large bed hugging a blanket.

She was very clear, she was sleeping on the right side, leaving him the left.

There was enough room between them for three Chale Cheney.

She curled up like a small kitten, with a warm blanket clutched in her arms.

In a very insecure posture.

“Jasy.” Sylvan walked over and gently tapped her little cheek.

Jasmine was in a deep sleep, unresponsive.

Sylvan reached out to pull the blanket from her hands.

Jasmine held on too tightly, refusing to let go.

She was still wearing her day clothes without having a bath.

Probably because she was worried he might have a problem and was waiting for him.

“Jasy, wake up, let’s take a bath.”

“Don’t want to…” she muttered, rolled over, and continued to sleep.

He knew how tired she was today.

“Jasy,” he bent over, whispering in her ear, “wake up.”

“Don’t want to, so annoying…”

“Get up and take a bath, then go back to sleep afterward.”