Fated love: the unwanted bride Chapter 1953: She Was Held in Sylvan Cheney’s Arms

The group is quite far from the entertainnt city.

The car shuttled through the rain along the way, like a black swift, breaking through the curtains.

Jasmine Yale placed the docunts on her lap, quietly reciting so professional financial terminology.

"How do you pronounce this?" Jasmine Yale pointed at a word and looked up, seeking help from Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney turned his head, his deep and stern eyes eting Jasmine Yale’s crystal-clear gaze.

How do you pronounce this...

How do you pronounce...

A sudden, dull ache throbbed in his head.

Overlapping images swept over his mind like a flood.

Sylvan Cheney frowned tightly, his eyes gleaming with restrained luster.

"Hmm? Even the CEO can’t pronounce it?" Jasmine Yale noticed he hadn’t spoken for a while.

Sylvan Cheney suppressed the agitation in his chest and the unbearable headache, shouting at her, "Get closer so I can see!"

"Oh." Jasmine Yale pursed her lips, pointed at the word, and moved a bit closer to him, "This one, this is the one."

"Shareholder." Sylvan Cheney pronounced it for her, "A word so common, yet you still can’t pronounce it. I truly wonder how you got your university scholarship."

Jasmine Yale laughed, "How else would I get it? We good-looking people rely on our looks, hehe."

"..." Shaless enough, Sylvan Cheney thought silently.

Just as Jasmine Yale was about to continue reading, suddenly, the car skidded, Elder Axel slamd the brakes hard!

"Ah!" Jasmine Yale’s eyes widened, her lips turned pale, she instinctively grabbed whatever she could grasp nearby, tightly clutching Sylvan Cheney’s arm.

"Watch out." Sylvan Cheney’s expression changed, his large hand swept over her waist and quickly embraced her, his other palm cushioning between his body and her belly, fearing his belt might impact her gentle abdon.

Under Elder Axel’s control, the car swerved slightly and soon regained stability.

"Elder Axel! What’s going on?" Sylvan Cheney asked coldly, straightening his face.

At the driver’s seat, Elder Axel was trembling with sweat pouring down his head, his face pale with fright: "CEO, I’m sorry, a child suddenly rushed across the road, so I had to brake hard. I’m sorry, CEO, I’m sorry, I’ll voluntarily accept any punishnt."

"Are you aware there’s a pregnant woman in the car? Hmm?"

"I know, I know it’s my fault, I’m fully responsible."

Sylvan Cheney coldly questioned Elder Axel.

While Jasmine Yale’s mind went blank, temporarily dazed, she found herself in Sylvan Cheney’s embrace, his warm hand resting on her waist, holding her tightly.

She stumbled into his chest, his embrace surprisingly as warm as always, warm enough to evoke past mories, warm enough that... she didn’t want to leave.

The scent from his body hit her nose, making her blush.

They were so close that she could even feel his masculine proximity.

The docunts had fallen to the ground, yet she was utterly unaware.

"Elder Axel, if you drive like this recklessly again, you should voluntarily resign tomorrow."

"CEO, it won’t happen again, it really won’t, I’ll be careful." Elder Axel was flustered, not daring to refute.

Jasmine Yale didn’t dare move; in the dark car, she could hear the sound of her chaotic heartbeat.

After reprimanding Elder Axel, Sylvan Cheney finally lowered his head, "Are you alright?"

"No, I’m fine." Jasmine Yale hurriedly sat up from his embrace.

Sylvan Cheney also let go of his hand.

"If it’s my driver’s fault, I’ll take full responsibility." Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.