Fated love: the unwanted bride Chapter 1996: Every Flutter of My Heart Was For Him

His voice, his breath, everything stirred the strings of her heart.

A feeling of revival ca over her heart, like tender buds breaking through the soil in spring, impossible to suppress.

Sylvan Cheney saw her hesitating, not speaking, and pressed her closer to him, his voice particularly seductive: "Can’t see clearly... then look for a few more minutes."

Their faces were almost touching, and Jasmine Yale’s palms were sweating.

In the past, they had done all sorts of sneaky things together, yet she never felt as intensely as she did now. This feeling... was sowhat like the first ti she saw him without clothes, her heart wildly restless.

"Do you... usually seduce won like this?" Jasmine Yale breathed heavily.

"You felt seduced?"

"Shaful." Jasmine Yale moved her lips, "Let go of my hand."

"Then you need to answer again, can you see clearly now?"

"Alright, I can see clearly, I want to eat." Jasmine Yale gently pushed him, her face like a ripe red apple, burning hot.

Sylvan Cheney released her and returned to his seat.

He curved his lips slightly, seemingly satisfied.

Jasmine Yale didn’t dare look at him, lowered her head to eat, but her heart was pounding, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

This kind of excitent, really only happened during adolescence.

This al, Jasmine Yale ate uneasily, her nose filled with the scent of his male hormones, bold and sexy, emanating the wildness of a man.

Her thoughts were a bit scattered.

Inexplicably, she recalled those days and nights at the Cheney Residence earlier this year, sotis they were utterly uncontrolled, the most morable was once on the rooftop.

On the tall rooftop, under the starry sky, Sylvan Cheney pressed her beneath him, sweating profusely.

Jasmine Yale suppressed her improper thoughts, lowered her head, and picked at the white rice in her bowl.

"I’m finished." Jasmine Yale quickly put down her bowl, "I’m going to the bathroom."

Jasmine Yale went into the bathroom and washed her face with cold water.

In the mirror, her face was flushed red, even the bottom of her eyes shining with a misty glow.

It seems that in this lifeti, she would only feel this heartbeat for him.

Heart thumping, like the first sight.

Whether it was Joe Heath or Yukon Carbon, no matter which male, she never felt this heart racing, face reddening feeling, this feeling was probably... wanting more, even wanting to kiss him, to hug him.

She knew what this feeling was, this was liking.

All her heartbeats in this lifeti were given to him.

He was her heart.

Heartbeat, heart throb, heart tremble, heart panic... all sorts of feelings were stirred by him.

He had never seduced her, nor did he seem like soone good at seducing won, but this ti, he seduced her actively in such a way that she was completely defenseless, almost losing control, only able to flee in panic like she was now.

But... this feeling seed quite nice.

The dormant heart was stirred, like a plant dormant all winter, awakening.

This man’s way of seducing was surprisingly quite skillful.

A man who can allure isn’t a good man, Jasmine Yale secretly cursed.

She washed her face again, cald herself for a while, and only when the redness on her face faded a bit, did she slowly walk out of the bathroom.

Sylvan Cheney had already finished dinner, he was carefully tidying the dishes and thermoses.

The man’s brows and eyes were handso and mature, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the collar’s buttons lazily undone by one or two, in this mont, he looked a bit like soone at ho, his face gentle like jade.