Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 1979: I’m Pregnant, Don’t Touch Me...

Jasmine Yale was completely stunned, and when her hand was grabbed, she became furious and embarrassed, kicking his leg!

"Sylvan Cheney, what’s wrong with you? If you want a woman, go find your fiancée, okay? Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, I’m pregnant..."

Jasmine Yale tried desperately to dodge, to struggle.

But Sylvan Cheney was crazed-like, getting closer to her neck.

The scent from her body stimulated his sense of smell, her voice stimulated his hearing, everything was stimulating him, he was out of control.

All night, she said she wouldn’t come and didn’t answer her phone.

He waited for her all night, a full night!

Sylvan Cheney’s hand tried to lift her skirt, but Jasmine Yale struggled intensely, kicking him with her legs!

Jasmine Yale’s face turned pale, her eyes filled with terror.

"I’m pregnant, don’t touch me... if something happens to the baby, I’ll hate you for life... I lost my previous baby... if this one is lost too, I might not want to live anymore... don’t touch me..."

Jasmine Yale struggled with all her might.

Sylvan Cheney’s movement suddenly stopped, he sneered: "A previous baby? You had a miscarriage before?"

"Sylvan Cheney, you’re drunk, I don’t want to talk to you. Take your hand off and let me go home."

At this moment, Sylvan Cheney made her feel immensely unfamiliar.

"Take off the bracelet, take it off!" Sylvan Cheney was still stubborn about the rose gold bracelet on her wrist.

"Fine, I’ll take it off." Jasmine Yale didn’t want to keep confronting him; continuing like this wouldn’t be good for her, he wasn’t sober at all.

Jasmine Yale raised her hand, extending her left hand in front of him: "Take it off, you do it yourself."

Due to the lighting, her fair arm was covered with a layer of light orange, the expression in her eyes was dim and disappointed, and her face was extremely indifferent.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t hold back, grabbed her wrist, and peeled off the bracelet in one move, threw it on the ground with a "thud"!

However, as the bracelet was removed, the hideous scar on her left wrist was exposed, appearing even more horrifying in the night.

For some unknown reason... Sylvan Cheney’s slender fingers actually touched the scar on her wrist.

"Don’t touch me! Get lost!" Jasmine Yale pulled back her arm as if shocked by electricity and cried.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

She hadn’t expected that meeting him again would make her cry.

Today... it’s her birthday.

The tears were somewhat uncontrollable, like beads with a broken string, continuously falling from her eyes.

Her eyes turned red, with a layer of white mist blurring them.

"Let go of my hand, let me go home." Jasmine Yale gritted her teeth.

Sylvan Cheney’s large hand pressed on her right wrist, her tears made him freeze.

He didn’t make the next move for a long time.

"Sylvan Cheney, do you know why there’s such a scar on my wrist? Do you know why I’m always cheerful and lively? You don’t know, you can never know. It’s okay not to know, at least you don’t have to feel guilty, and I don’t want you to feel guilty. Actually, I hope... you can be happy too. I’ve finished speaking, go sober up properly, let’s pretend tonight never happened. Whatever wrong you did, I’m willing to forgive you, but definitely cannot harm my baby."

"Jasmine Yale, why won’t you admit tonight was your fault! Why don’t you apologize to me?"