Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2106: Did You Sleep Together? Or Propose?

Sylvan Cheney walked over to the desk and took out a small videotape.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the office.

In a lake-blue lace fishtail dress, Erin Janus appeared even more aloof in the sunlight. She adjusted the white shawl on her shoulders without saying a word.

Today, it was Sylvan Cheney who had actively called her over.

She had been on vacation in the Maldoves with Stacy. A few days ago, Sylvan sent a message asking her to return, and she thought it was about company matters.

Today, seeing this, she seemed to have guessed what it was about.

Sylvan Cheney held the videotape and gently placed it on the desk.

His angular face had shadowed curves, and in the interplay of light and shadow, his expression looked cold and profound.

Sylvan Cheney stood by the desk, arms crossed, his tall figure cast on the floor, exuding a chilling aura.

"Erin, I know you can’t stand being wronged, and if someone bullies you, you make sure to bully back. But I hope you draw the line; some people shouldn’t be bullied. I’ve told you this before."

Erin Janus sat on the sofa, giving Sylvan a cold glance: "Evan, if you have something to say, just say it directly. I grew up in UT; I don’t like beating around the bush. Anyway, it’s not the first time we’ve argued. I used to think that quarrels were inevitable between couples, but later I realized that if you truly cared for me, you wouldn’t argue endlessly but would rather give in sometimes. I was just daydreaming."

"I’m not arguing with you; I’m talking about serious matters. Even if we’re not a couple, I’ve always given way to women. But you keep disappointing me time and again."

"Is it me who disappoints you or you who disappoints me? I saved your life, and how did you repay me? Since meeting you, I’ve learned about disappointment, loss, loneliness. Is this how you repay me?"

"I think I’ve made it very clear: gratitude is gratitude, feelings are feelings. I can’t deny that I have no feelings for you. I won’t do something like two-timing; I have no romantic feelings for you. I must be honest with you."

"Every time we argue, it’s because of that woman, right?" Erin sneered, "I don’t know what bad luck I have to hire such a vixen. She’s only been here a few days and already stole my fiancé’s heart. Should I say she’s skilled or you’re lustful?"

"Don’t bring up the word ’fiancé’ again. We are not engaged."

"Yes, yes, not engaged. How far have you and the little vixen gone? Slept together? Proposed?" Erin scoffed, "When the day comes that she leaves you penniless, then you’ll know who truly cares for you."

Sylvan didn’t want to discuss these things with her.

He looked at Erin, his voice low and icy: "If you do anything to damage her reputation again, I’ll see you in court."

"Taking your savior to court? Evan, I really underestimated you."

"I keep my personal and professional life separate. You had someone plant confidential information on her computer and then framed her; that’s a crime."

Erin paused.

Sylvan Cheney had indeed uncovered it.

She knew this man wasn’t easy to fool or manipulate.

Instead, Erin openly admitted: "Evan, you’ve even found this out. You must have strong feelings for her and put in a lot of effort."