Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 450: Why are you blushing?

At this moment, Sylvan Cheney finally released her lips, kissing her cheeks and neck instead.

He unbuttoned her clothes, one button at a time.

The hot and wet kisses did not stop.

Jasmine was pinned down by Sylvan; her hands immobilized. She managed to mutter, “Sylvan, I’m on my period.”

Suddenly, Sylvan’s face darkened, the kissing stopped.

Pinning her down from above, he stared into her eyes.

His pupils suppressed a surge of emotions, tumultuous under the abyssal depth!

“I’m not lying,” Jasmine said.

At this moment, Sylvan Cheney’s mood reached its explicably worst state, sheerly.

The provoked desire was extinguished with utmost vehemence, as if doused by an entire bucket of water!

Jasmine shrank back in fear.

“How do I remember it was not this day?” Sylvan questioned.

Jasmine blushed hearing his words. He remembered?

“If you don’t believe it, then forget it.”

Jasmine spoke indifferently, too drained to argue with him.

Only then, Sylvan released her hand and fastened her clothes again. His pupils were still horrifyingly dark; his entire face turned eerily dark.

“Go take a shower,” Sylvan reached out to touch her head.

Jasmine got off the bed, preparing to make a call.

“I need someone to send me nightclothes and sanitary pads,” she said.

“You go bath, I will make the call.”

Sylvan also got off the bed.

His robe was half-open, revealing a stretch of healthy wheat-colored skin.

The lines were sensual, the physique, tempting.

Without refuting, Jasmine headed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

She turned on the shower, allowing the hot water to soak her face.

Sylvan knew there was a mall downstairs.

Without changing his clothes, he left in his robe.

Memories, like floodgates opened, came rushing in.

Thirteen years ago, it was her first period. Innocently unaware, she returned home after school and cried in her room.

Her cries were loud and bleak, piercing enough to be heard as soon as he entered the house.

He felt a twinge in his heart, and immediately rushed upstairs.

Back then, Jasmine was crying under the covers, shaking all over, heartbreakingly.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, moving towards her and holding her shoulders.

With teary eyes, Jasmine threw herself into his arms.

Any other time, he would have pushed her away.

But that time, her crying caught him off guard.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to die, of a terminal illness. I won’t see you again. Will you miss me…” she cried heartbrokenly.

She was extremely scared.

Because, there was blood everywhere.

Jasmine tightly held onto Sylvan, afraid that once she let go, she wouldn’t be able to hold him again.

“What nonsense are you talking about? What happened?”

A hint of panic welled up in his heart.

The thirteen-year-old girl pointed at her jeans, crying harder: “It’s blood…”

Instantly, Sylvan’s face flushed and then turned pale.

He was extremely uncomfortable.

Being six years older, he naturally understood what was happening.

But he was completely unprepared to handle it.

Sylvan pushed her away, coughed lightly, and said, “You should go find Aunt Hurst or Tomer.”

After saying this, he left.

“Don’t go. Please don’t go. Can’t you stay with me? What made you blush? You’re so cruel… Wuhu… you’re so cruel.” Jasmine cried even more intensely.

She was dying, and he would not even stay with her?

How could anyone be so ruthless?

Recalling the past, a faint smile played on Sylvan’s lips.

He had accompanied her from childhood into adulthood.