Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 939 - The Legendary Couples Name

Chapter 939: Chapter 939: The Legendary Couple’s Name

Chapter 939: Chapter 939: The Legendary Couple’s Name

After ending the call, she opened her Weibo account, which she hadn’t logged into for a long time.

There were no comments for her, no private messages, not even a single like.

Her Weibo had been silent for a long time.

She checked her mutual followings, knowing that “SJC” was Sylvan Cheney.

Except he had changed his username later, to “Little Orange°”.

Now, it seemed like he hadn’t logged into Weibo for ages either; his nickname was still “Little Orange°”.

“Little Orange. ——Little Orange°”…

Jasmine Yale found it more and more awkward no matter how she looked at it.

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Jasmine Yale realized belatedly, wasn’t that the kind of couple nickname you hear about in legends?

Although she had never been in a relationship, she had seen plenty of public displays of affection… This…

Must have been a whim of his to pursue her during that time, which prompted the change.

Since he hadn’t logged into Weibo since then, he never changed it back.

Jasmine didn’t feel like changing her nickname; she had been using it for so long and was quite accustomed to it.

She silently posted a Weibo update—

Little Orange: The sun shone perfectly when I came, and the flowers were in bloom on my departure. May from now on, Jasmine have dreamlike moments, happy and peaceful.

After posting, she silently turned off Weibo.

This was her wish, and also her yearning.

Happy and peaceful.

Later that evening, Jasmine Yale went downstairs to take out the trash.

The early summer night was veiled in starlight and moonlight, the air filled with the scent of flowers and freshness.

Dressed in simple home clothes and slippers, her eyes shone with bright light!

Her mood was indeed good, for the day’s written test results had come out.

She ranked second overall in the exam, which was quite an excellent result.

Humming a song, Jasmine walked along.

Having disposed of the trash, she walked past a banyan tree at the bottom of the building.

With her head down, stepping on her own shadow, she was so cheerful she felt like flying.

But—she hadn’t noticed the black Rolls-Royce that was slowly approaching in the moonlight.

The car stopped beside her, and Jasmine was startled.

Before she could recover her wits, the rear door of the car opened, and she was pulled in by a forceful power!

“Ah…”

Jasmine’s face changed instantly!

No lights were on in the car, and the man pinned her to the backseat, not giving her a chance to resist.

Charles Mcintosh, from the driver’s seat, tactfully left and went to a spot out of sight to light a cigarette.

Realizing what was happening, Jasmine knew it was none other than Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney had been drinking.

The smell of alcohol mixed with his distinctive Agarwood Fragrance assaulted Jasmine’s sense of smell.

“Mr. Cheney, have you been drinking? Let me go…” Jasmine frowned.

Sylvan pressed her firmly onto the seat and bent over to kiss her.

He kissed her lips, she dodged.

He kissed her neck, she kicked him.

But inevitably, his hot and wet kisses still landed on her snow-white skin.

It was summer, and she wasn’t wearing much. Sylvan’s hands roamed her body.

In the past few months, she had only seen him twice.

Once was a brief encounter, the other was when she went to find him.

She thought he would never take the initiative to find her, and yet, there he was.

Clearly, Sylvan Cheney had drunk a lot today, his breathing somewhat rough.

“Jasmine Yale…” he called her name, his voice deep and hoarse, “Jasmine Yale…”

His hands didn’t stop their movements.

By the moonlight, Jasmine saw deep colors and a restrained glow in his eyes.

The man wore a dark-colored shirt, with a deep blue tie around his neck.

The tie fell loosely, brushing her cheek, tickling her.