Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 631: Chapter 631: Worse than an Animal Once Undressed

Sylvan Cheney was thoroughly enjoying being served by her.

At least, he hadn’t experienced this for many years.

Jasmine Yale hopped off the bed and poured him a glass of plain water.

“It’s a bit hot, be careful.” She cautioned.

“I’m hungry, go downstairs and make some supper.” Sylvan Cheney said again.

“Oh.” Jasmine Yale pouted, “What do you want to eat, I’m not a good cook.”

“What can you make?”

“Absolutely nothing.” Jasmine Yale shrugged.

Sylvan Cheney: “…”

“Maybe noodles, that’s probably the only thing edible.” Jasmine Yale declared confidently, “And if you can’t eat it, don’t be picky, because if you are, I won’t cook for you anymore.”

“…”

With that, Jasmine Yale left the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen.

The night was deep, the hour hand of the clock on the wall pointed to “9”.

Jasmine Yale found the noodles, cut some green onions, even specially fried an egg.

The aroma of food spread throughout the kitchen, very enticing.

Sylvan had been giving her a hard time recently.

Jasmine was magnanimous and didn’t hold a grudge against him; after all, he was a patient.

If she were to be petty towards a sick person, that would be seriously uncouth.

At least, when she was ill in the past, he never held it against her.

“Jasy, are you making this for the baby?”

Little Chale Cheney had appeared out of nowhere and peeked his head into the kitchen, looking delighted.

“Huh?” Jasmine turned her head, “No, it’s for your father, he’s hungry.”

“Jasy, you’re being biased, the baby is also hungry!” Chale Cheney pouted.

“Jasy will make you something later, okay?”

“Humph, I’m just jealous of dad for a bit, the baby isn’t hungry.” Chale Cheney shook his head, “the baby is going to sleep.”

The little guy yawned, then ran back to his room wearing his pajamas.

Ever since Elder Cheney came back, he hadn’t been able to sleep with Jasmine for an entire day.

Elder Cheney said that if he stopped bothering Jasmine, soon he’d have a little sister, a very cute one, just like a Barbie doll.

Little Chale Cheney naively believed him.

But it’s been a long time, where is the little sister?

Is Elder Cheney up to the task?

Jasmine smiled helplessly at the little guy’s innocence.

She carried the bowl to the bedroom.

“The noodles are ready. It’s a bit hot. I’ve tasted it, it’s quite good.” Jasmine Yale said, “But you’re so picky, it probably won’t suit your taste.”

“Try it, and if it’s not good, give it to me. We can’t waste food.”

Jasmine knew about his finickiness in eating.

With her cooking skills, he seemed to be always finding faults.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

It really made her wonder what kind of girl would one day manage to cook in a way that suited him.

At least, she wasn’t up to the task.

He also doesn’t like what she prepares.

Sylvan Cheney closed his laptop, glanced at her: “Feed me, my hand has no strength.”

Jasmine Yale was both exasperated and amused: “Didn’t you say you were feeling better today?”

“I’ve been working the whole night, my hand is sore.”

“You only know how to bully me!” Jasmine Yale pouted.

He, in the eyes of others, was quite the gentleman.

Refined and calm, indifferent, and very mannerly.

But in her eyes, his mannerliness was all a facade, he was a beast that doesn’t even blink when devouring others.

A beast in gentleman’s clothing when clothed, and worse than a beast when undressed.

He made her serve him food, help him bathe, assist him with his clothing… she had done it all.

“You can also bully me.” he said flatly.

Jasmine Yale was sceptical, when would she dare bully him?

From childhood till now, she’d always been the one bullied by him, often being bullied to the point that she hid in her blanket crying, but she was totally helpless to retaliate.