Fated love: the unwanted bride Chapter 1865: Who Does She Think She Is

Jasmine Yale’s figure was very slight, especially with her pregnancy, making her look frail and petite.

She didn’t know how long she had waited when she hesitated whether to send him a text ssage. Suddenly, a low-profile yet luxurious car ca into view—

It was that black Maybach!

The car wasn’t fast, driving towards the parking space.

Jasmine Yale pretended to pass by casually, but her heart was pounding.

The car stopped, and as expected, both the driver and Sylvan Cheney saw Jasmine Yale.

Sylvan Cheney’s brows furrowed directly, his face displeased.

Jasmine Yale walked over slowly, smiled at the man in the back seat, a smile sweet and pure, with two shallow dimples on the corners of her lips.

The driver stopped the car, pretended not to see Jasmine Yale, and got out to open the car door for Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney fastened his sleeve buttons silently, his long legs in suit pants stepping out of the car, disregarding Jasmine Yale’s existence.

"CEO Cheney!" Jasmine Yale saw he was leaving, hurriedly ran over, standing in front of him.

"..." Sylvan Cheney gave her a cold glance, there she was again.

"I took a half-day off today, I need to go to the hospital, but it’s raining heavily outside, could you give a ride there?"

"What status are you using to talk to like this? Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney’s face imdiately darkened; this woman was more difficult than he imagined.

Using his car to take her to the hospital? Who gave her the nerve?

"I’m just feeling a bit uncomfortable in my stomach, I can’t walk..." Jasmine Yale looked at him.

"Don’t lie to , I don’t like people who lie. Where’s the security? How can they just let people in so easily?"

"CEO Cheney, it won’t take much of your ti, really. Just take this once, it won’t happen again, just once, please..." Jasmine Yale looked at him full of hope, her tone laden with pleading.

Really, just once will do.

In the future, she could go with Butler Santana.

She just wants him to accompany her once.

"Jasmine Yale, I’m not a philanthropist."

"I know, but really it won’t take you long, my stomach really feels uncomfortable."

"Jasmine Yale, the kind of woman I despise most are those full of lies, pretentious, trying to gain status through improper ans, stay away!"

After saying this, Sylvan Cheney strode forward.

Jasmine Yale didn’t know where she got the courage, maybe because she was relying on being pregnant, she ran over to block him.

"Not even once?"

Sylvan Cheney looked at her coldly, his eyes filled with restrained anger.

"Just once..." she pleaded, her burning gaze carrying a hint of pitifulness.

She just didn’t want to leave any regrets.

"Are you the kind of woman who is satisfied with just once? This ti it’s this excuse, what about next ti, hmm?" Sylvan Cheney looked down at her.

Their four eyes t, Jasmine Yale’s heart ached for a mont, but she still smiled brightly.

"There won’t be a next ti, there won’t be a next ti."

"Jasmine Yale, I used to have doubts about those negative rumors about you, but now it seems, you are that kind of woman."

"Which kind?" Jasmine Yale was at a loss for words, her smile froze on her face, "Fickle? Seductress?"

Sylvan Cheney said nothing, his brow furrowed deeply.

His silence was as good as a confirmation.

Jasmine Yale looked at him, her eyes filled with disappointnt and dimness, the brightness in her eyes gradually faded away.

She was indeed a bit foolish.

How could he accompany her to the hospital?

Jasmine Yale’s hand dropped, resting on her stomach, silently withdrawing her gaze.