Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 941 - Tomorrow I Will Have Children with You
Chapter 941: Chapter 941: Tomorrow I Will Have Children with You
Chapter 941: Chapter 941: Tomorrow I Will Have Children with You
Jasmine Yale could be sure that he was very drunk, really didn’t know why he drank so much.
Did he mistake her for someone else?
But he clearly called her by name.
“Hmm? Why don’t you talk, is that okay?” Sylvan Cheney frowned and raised his voice, “Talk.”
“Got it.” Jasmine Yale mollified him lightly.
There’s no point in arguing with a drunken man.
“Got what…” Sylvan Cheney was dissatisfied and very unhappy.
“To have a girl, I got it.” Jasmine Yale looked skyward, speechless.
Not to mention that she had a hard time getting pregnant, besides, could she control whether it’s a boy or a girl?
A drunken man’s intelligence hits rock bottom.
“One is not enough…” He pressed down on her, with emotions swirling in the depths of his eyes, dark waves surging.
“Okay, okay, I know, one is not enough, how about ten?” Jasmine Yale held her forehead.
“I can’t bear to let you have ten… Of course, if you want ten, that’s not impossible…” Sylvan Cheney was dead serious with a drunken gaze, “I’ll cooperate with you.”
Jasmine Yale was even more speechless; who would want ten? She was just humoring him, but he took it seriously.
And he would cooperate with her?
“Can you just go home first, please? Let Charles Mcintosh take you home, and tomorrow I will have a child with you,” Jasmine Yale said perfunctorily.
Sylvan Cheney was indeed very drunk, with a blurred gaze and no sense of reason.
“No home.” Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow.
“You’re drunk, how can you have no home, your house is so big, so beautiful, that’s your home…”
“Do you like my house?” he asked.
“Like, like, such a beautiful house, everybody likes it.”
“What do you like about it?”
“I like everything about it.”
“Then do you like me?”
“I…” Jasmine Yale was at a loss for words and had to placate him by picking the pleasant ones, “Like.”
“What do you like about me?”
“You’re good-looking.”
“You like both me and my house, so why don’t you come home with me?” Sylvan Cheney stared at her, a glimmer oscillating in his eyes.
In the soft moonlight, his face looked somewhat haggard.
Jasmine Yale: “…”
That actually made some sense.
Sylvan was tilting his head at her, his hot breath spritzing on her face, his gaze intense as though waiting for her answer.
After a long wait, Jasmine Yale didn’t respond.
Sylvan Cheney looked disappointed.
Jasmine Yale was still clutching his tie, their eyes met, and under the faint moonlight, she saw a different Sylvan Cheney from usual.
He rarely got drunk, because someone like him wouldn’t allow himself to be drunk.
But once drunk, he’d drop all defenses.
Sometimes she would take advantage of his inebriation to tease him, and he wouldn’t notice.
“Why won’t you come home with me…” he murmured with furrowed brows.
“We… are not familiar,” Jasmine Yale said indifferently.
“What’s unfamiliar about it? I even know when you get your period; how can we be unfamiliar…”
Jasmine Yale: “…”
A drunken man really is shameless, saying anything.
And his memory is still so good when he’s drunk.
Jasmine Yale fumbled around in his pants for a bit and found his cell phone, she then located Charles Mcintosh’s number.
“Assistant Mcintosh,” Jasmine Yale made the call.
Charles Mcintosh was smoking outside, he took a drag, “Miss Yale.”
“Mr. Cheney is really drunk, please take him home.”
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“Mr. Cheney insisted on coming here, there was nothing I could do. If I don’t listen, I’ll get fired.”
“He’s drunk, you can’t reason with a drunk person, and he won’t remember what he said when he wakes up.”
