Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 942 - Ill Eat You If You Keep Staring

Chapter 942: Chapter 942: I’ll Eat You If You Keep Staring

Chapter 942: Chapter 942: I’ll Eat You If You Keep Staring

Jasmine Yale was truly resigned to Charles McIntosh, completely resigned.

He was indeed Sylvan Cheney’s number one lackey, listening even to the drunkest ramblings.

Moreover, with Sylvan Cheney being this drunk, he probably won’t even remember who he saw tonight by tomorrow.

Charles McIntosh was truly loyal, following orders to a tee.

“Miss Yale, I wouldn’t dare commit the crime of deceiving my superior,” Charles McIntosh said in a low voice, taking a drag of his cigarette, his face expressionless.

“If you don’t tell and I don’t tell, would anyone know? You take him home, he’s very drunk, talking nonsense the whole time.”

“Charles McIntosh always does things above board,” he said indifferently, smoking.

Damn… Jasmine Yale really felt like swearing.

Above board… He’s got a good reputation for himself, but what about her?

Sylvan Cheney was lying on top of her, motionless, refusing to get up, and even clinging to her talking about having children.

What children, who would want to have them with him.

“Charles, are you not worried that he might divulge any company secrets while drunk? If I heard them, it would not be good for you,” Jasmine said.

Sylvan Cheney wasn’t exactly behaving, constantly trying to grab his phone back.

But as soon as he made a move, Jasmine grabbed his tie, not giving him the chance to do anything.

When he frowned, she glared at him.

Jasmine could be quite intimidating when she put on a stern face; Sylvan really stopped moving, looking just like Little Chale Cheney.

“Miss Yale, even if Mr. Cheney wasn’t drunk and was sober, if you wanted to hear any secrets, he would tell you.”

“Charles, do you not feel a pang of conscience?” Jasmine conceded, wondering where Sylvan had found such a good subordinate.

Everything he would say, huh…

When she asks about her father, he wants to kick her out of the Cheney Residence.

Charles: “…”

“Charles, you’ll end up without a girlfriend like this, really. Have you not figured out why you don’t have a girlfriend yet? It’s because you only have Mr. Cheney in your heart, what woman would dare date you? Those who don’t know better might think you’re in love with Mr. Cheney.”

Charles: “…”

Sylvan frowned, “I don’t like him.”

Jasmine glared at Sylvan; he frowned again and fell silent.

“Take Mr. Cheney away, do you plan on letting me take care of him in the car all night?” Jasmine was annoyed.

Being drunk isn’t a shield, he’ll regret it once he’s sober.

“If Mr. Cheney is willing, that’s what I would plan to do,” Charles said methodically.

Jasmine: “…”

Before she knew it, Sylvan snatched her phone and hung up.

With a “thud,” he drunkenly tossed the phone onto the floor.

Jasmine felt exhausted to the core as she helplessly glanced at Sylvan.

The hazy moonlight shone on his handsome features; despite everything, he looked as good as ever, with his brows and eyes retaining their restrained depth.

If not for his nonsensical talk, Jasmine wouldn’t believe he was drunk.

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The car was filled with the smell of alcohol, and the scent of her body wash.

He kept looking at her, his burning gaze never leaving her.

He leaned in close, only a few centimeters away, as his hot, rapid breath sprayed onto her face.

“Stop staring, or I’ll eat you up,” Jasmine snapped.

She was really upset because the physical disparity between men and women was vast, and with him being tall and strong, lying on top of her, she couldn’t move an inch.

Sylvan didn’t get angry and just kept watching her.

Jasmine lost all her temper with his persistent gaze.

“Sylvan Cheney, I want to ask you something; where is my biological father?” Jasmine asked, seizing the opportunity while his consciousness was weak.