Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Such a Pampering Tone

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The woman crossed her arms and cocked her chin.

How pretentious this woman was! Mr. Cheney had let her in, so why did she need to put on airs?

Though several of them huddled around Mr. Cheney, offering to shuffle cards or pour his drinks, she refused. What act was she putting on, they wondered?

Sylvan Cheney shot the woman a glance, his voice low and cold: “Get out!”

The woman closed her mouth in embarrassment. She hadn’t even said anything!

The man opposite Sylvan Cheney quickly nudged her: “He’s telling you to get out. Can’t you hear him?”

“But…Mr. Cheney, I didn’t say anything wrong. I was just teaching her some manners!”

And with that, she tried to move closer to Sylvan Cheney, timidly glancing at him.

Sylvan Cheney slammed his cards onto the table, his face darkening.

“Manners? Let’s see how I can teach you some.”

“No…Mr. Cheney, I’ll go…1’11 go…I overstepped my bounds…I’m nothing…”

Seeing Sylvan Cheney lose his temper, the woman’s face lost its color, and she scrambled away.

As she reached the door, she bumped into Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine frowned and shrugged her shoulder.

Sylvan Cheney’s temper had worsened.

No one dared to speak.

“Come in.”

Sylvan Cheney glanced at Jasmine, his tone more relaxed.

“Mr. Cheney, I won’t come in, but I have something to say to you.” Jasmine looked upset.

Sylvan was behaving like this. Was this the kind of man a husband or a father should be?

Always setting a bad example for Little Chale!

Everyone took in a sharp breath!

Who was this woman that dared to speak to Mr. Cheney in such a tone? Was she courting death?

The room went quiet, bracing themselves for the impending storm and wrath.

But, surprisingly –

Sylvan’s lips curled into a smirk, and he let out a low laugh, his expression a smidgen helpless.

“Come play this hand with me, then we can talk outside.” Sylvan Cheney gave in.

Everyone widened their eyes in shock.

Mr. Cheney conceded?

This was unlike his style.

Absolutely not!

Sylvan Cheney was neither a pushover nor a coddler of women. So why had he suddenly changed his tune today?

“Keep your word, everyone is watching.” Jasmine stood at the door, looking at him.

“Deal.” Sylvan Cheney nodded slightly.

The women, clutching their tall glasses, felt a wave of jealousy growing in their hearts.

Had they not heard it correctly? Was that a tone of indulgence in Mr. Cheney’s voice? Towards a woman?!

This woman was nothing special. Apart from being a little bit attractive and seeming simple and pure, she had nothing going for her.

She didn’t even own a single name-brand item.

Moreover, she was flat-chested and had no curves!

Mr. Cheney was fond of this type?

No wonder he hadn’t spared them a glance all this time.

Jasmine also gave in. There were so many people here, so it wouldn’t do to not give Sylvan Cheney a way out.

She closed the door and walked towards Sylvan Cheney.

Initially, she thought she would only have to watch one round. But surprisingly

Sylvan Cheney stood up, wrapped his arm around her waist, and guided her to sit in his chair!

The chair still held his warmth, and she felt uncomfortable.

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Just as Jasmine was about to speak, Sylvan had already placed his hand of cards in hers.

He leaned in, one hand propped on the table, the other on the back of her chair.

Their posture was extremely intimate.

They were so close that he nearly touched her head when he leaned in.

Jasmine felt extremely uncomfortable.

She held back, she just had to get through this one round.

“Mr. Cheney, I don’t know how to play.” Jasmine looked at him helplessly.

“It’s okay, I’ll teach you.”

Sylvan Cheney was surprisingly patient, his voice gentle..