Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 509: Want to Forget Me?

Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t in their favor.

In the evening, it unexpectedly started to rain. It wasn’t a drizzle — the raindrops relentlessly poured.

The winter nights arrived early. By the time Jasmine Yale left her office, it was pitch black outside.

The streetlights illuminated the hazy rainfall.

Christmas was in the air, the outdoor Christmas trees were lit up, looking extraordinarily beautiful.

Jasmine Yale carried her umbrella and left the building.

Just as she got to the road’s edge, suddenly —

A black Rolls-Royce splashed through the accumulating rainwater and skidded to a stop right beside her.

Jasmine Yale jumped in shock!

Despite the heavy rainfall, she immediately recognized the license plate on the Rolls Royce!

It was Sylvan Cheney’s car.

Jasmine Yale hastily tried to hide.

But before she could get far, Sylvan Cheney opened the car’s rear door. Unbothered by the rain, he got out and briskly approached her!

He reached out and grabbed her arm!

Raindrops dripped down his face, and he looked sullen.

Jasmine Yale’s hand shook, her umbrella slipped from her grasp.

“Get in the car!”

“Sylvan Cheney, where are you taking me?”

“I said get in the car!”

Jasmine Yale was somewhat frightened by his stare. She stiffly resisted and refused to get in the car.

Sylvan Cheney tried to forcefully pull her into the car!

“I’m not getting in, I want to go home.”

She could clearly sense that his mood was off today.

Very off.

She hadn’t seen him for several days and didn’t understand what she had done to upset him this time.

And this time, he was genuinely angry.

“You won’t get in, Jasmine Yale? If you don’t want me to defile you right here, you’d better get in the car!” Sylvan Cheney looked at her with his bloodshot eyes.

The rainwater flowed down his cheeks.

Sylvan Cheney’s face looked threatening yet impassive.

Jasmine Yale stuttered: “What did you say?”

“Do you want me to repeat myself? Huh?” Sylvan Cheney firmly gripped her arm.

Jasmine Yale’s hair was wet. She looked at Sylvan Cheney in disbelief. How could he say such things?

In the rain, their eyes met, sharp as knifes.

Both of their hair and clothes were soaked. The icy raindrops stinging their faces felt like piercing needles.

A few seconds later, Sylvan Cheney forcibly pulled her, and with support from her waist, shoved her into the car!

“Drive!”

“Yes, Mr. Cheney.” Charles Mcintosh registered the dangerous signal.

As soon as Sylvan Cheney got in the car, he immediately began to subdue Jasmine Yale!

Jasmine Yale’s petite body was surrounded by Sylvan Cheney, trapped in the backseat of the car.

“Sylvan Cheney, I did nothing to provoke you, don’t touch me.” Jasmine Yale tried to evade him.

Sylvan Cheney’s kisses fell on her face like raindrops.

He tried to kiss her lips, but Jasmine Yale avoided him at all costs!

After repeated attempts and growing frustration, Sylvan Cheney lost his patience.

He seized her flailing hand and raised it over her head.

Had he lost his mind?

This was still a car!

Jasmine Yale widely opened her panicked eyes filled with fear and struggled desperately.

This kiss satisfied neither of them.

Jasmine Yale bit him while Sylvan Cheney held her jaw.

The space in the car was too cramped. Jasmine Yale gathered all her strength, freed one hand and tried to slap his face!

But Sylvan Cheney caught her hand!

She looked like a helpless kitten, curled up under him.

Even though she didn’t hit him, her fingernails left deep scratches on his neck!

Sylvan Cheney flinched from the pain, his cold eyes flashing.

“Jasmine Yale, want to forget me? Huh? Want to forget the past twelve years we spent together, every single moment? Want to forget my kindness and love? Do you?!” Sylvan Cheney raged at her, “Jasmine Yale, I would get more love from a dog that I raised for twelve years than from you. All you ever did was to be an ungrateful wretch, isn’t that true?!”