Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2157: Her Little Hand Touched Him

"Idiot." Sylvan Cheney gasped in anger, finally gritting his teeth to squeeze out the two words.

If he didn’t speak, he would be driven to death by fury.

He glared at the small woman standing by the bed with her big belly, his eyes full of coldness and anger.

The small woman touched her belly, looking very justified.

He stared at her, and she stared back at him.

Sylvan Cheney was helpless.

What kind of woman had he taken a fancy to? Totally unafraid of him.

Such an arrogant woman, she was really the first one he’d ever seen.

"You’re still scolding me? Sylvan Cheney, really, if you have the guts, just keep starving yourself, keep drinking. Just say the word, and I’ll go downstairs and buy you some wine, vodka? Brandy? Tell me what you want to drink, and I’ll buy it for you."

Sylvan Cheney closed his eyes once more; he felt like he might be driven to death by anger.

Trying various ways to calm his heartbeat, but he just couldn’t settle down.

Her chatter was ringing in his ears; he wanted to rest but couldn’t.

"Not talking anymore? Don’t you love drinking? I think this acute gastritis is not a big deal; two injections should be enough. After that, I think you can work overtime more, stay up later, attend more social gatherings, drink a bit more because, after all, this lifestyle seems most suitable for you. Right? Oh, and how can you skip breakfast? Best not to have lunch or dinner either."

Sylvan Cheney gasped in anger, as if a stone was pressing down in his abdomen, making it hard for him to breathe.

Wanted to speak, but his stomach hurt again.

Wanted to retort, but at this moment, how could he be her opponent?

Even when healthy, he wasn’t necessarily her match.

"President, you’re hospitalized now, feeling unwell. Should I call your sweetheart for you?" Jasmine Yale said nonchalantly, "Who should I call? You’ve been very close to Little Waverly lately, affection between lovers, so let’s call her? She told me she’s going to be promoted to deputy manager, so surely she’ll take thorough care of you."

Sylvan Cheney was about to explode in anger.

Yet, powerless to fight back.

"Get out." He shouted with all his might.

Unfortunately, it lacked impact, like a sick tiger.

Jasmine Yale acted like she hadn’t heard, squatting down halfway, her soft and boneless little hands touched him: "President, where’s your phone, I’ll help you call."

Her touch drove Sylvan Cheney almost to boiling.

Already covered in sweat, and now, unable to withstand her random touches.

Jasmine Yale did it on purpose, she felt the phone in his suit pants pocket but pretended not to find it, her fingers moving away.

Standing up again, she sighed: "Who knows where you put your phone, look at the state of this sick tiger."

She gave him a way out, without pushing him too hard.

Sylvan Cheney was about to explode, the fire inside him ignited by her fingers, like a spark quickly spreading into a blaze.

His body, hot and burning.

A certain area also had a physiological reaction. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

He suppressed the desire within his body, a layer of sweat forming on his nose.

The medication started to take effect, gradually easing the stomach pain.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t stand anymore, she pushed a chair over, sitting by the bedside, facing him.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t make another sound, closing his eyes, one arm resting on his forehead.

Jasmine Yale reached out to pull up his blanket, her eyes filled with watery emotions, unremovable and unresolvable.