Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 733: Chapter 733: Unexpectedly… He Committed Suicide

Jasmine Yale was listening very slowly, almost turning it off and on.

Her mind was filled with various pieces of information, too much to digest.

She had an indescribable feeling in her heart, her eyes were filled with bewilderment…

Human nature is a complex thing, she had not studied it, but she had seen various kinds of people.

Yolanda Fern and Chris Fern, they were extremes.

When she turned off the recorder, the bedroom would become very quiet, only the sound of water from the bathroom could be heard.

The curtain was closed, and orange light from the wall lamp shone quietly on the gray-white wall.

Her gaze fell straight ahead.

Her heart was still pounding, thumping incessantly.

Light poured down from overhead, casting a soft glow on her face.

Her long lashes cast two rings of shadow at the bottom of her eyes, like butterfly wings, like thin slices.

Surprise and shock were written all over Jasmine Yale’s delicate little face. She was still immersed in disbelief, unable to return to her senses.

When Sylvan Cheney walked out barefoot on the carpet, she had no reaction at all.

She just sat there, dumbfounded.

Sylvan Cheney was drying his wet hair with a towel, his sharp eyes looking at her.

There were tiny droplets of dampness on his feet, his skin on his ankles was a healthy wheat color. Sexy and attractive.

His robust physique is draped under the loose bathrobe, collarbones exposed, abdominal muscles subtly visible.

Water droplets fell on his Adam’s apple, adding countless bewitching charms to this man.

He calmly dried his hair as though nothing happened, his face tranquil, radiating the unique charm of a mature man.

Nobility, calmness, steadiness.

The carpet was soft, soundless when stepped on.

When Sylvan Cheney approached her, Jasmine Yale still remained unresponsive.

Her big eyes stared at the wall in front of her, zoning out.

“Finished listening?” He asked in a deep voice.

“Ah?” Jasmine Yale returned to her senses and nodded, “I finished listening. I can’t believe it.”

She smelled the fresh scent of Sylvan Cheney’s shower gel and unconsciously moved away a little.

“Stop thinking, it’s in the past.” Sylvan Cheney stood beside her.@@novelbin@@

Jasmine Yale looked up, just to see his bare chest in the air.

Her face turned red.

“Where is Chris Fern now? Was it him who shot himself?” Jasmine Yale asked.

The last thing on the recording was Sylvan Cheney shouting “120,” after which it abruptly stopped.

“Yes, he committed suicide, undergoing surgery in the hospital.”

Jasmine Yale was taken aback.

She had no idea that someone like Chris Fern would commit suicide.

Back in Sinkapore, he was so perverted.

She also remembers the words he told Chale Cheney the little guy at the hotel on New Year’s Day.

Even, she still remembers that she slapped him.

It was all vivid in her mind.

It turned out… he committed suicide.

Memories surged over like a tide, beating against her chest, stirring and swirling, unable to settle for a long time.

Although she was not present at the scene, the gunshot on the tape recorded was very clear.

Chris Fern was very brave, dared to shoot himself. He must have been desperate to end his life.

She didn’t know how to judge this person, he was even crueler than she thought.

Cruel to others, and to himself.

He was a man in his early twenties, but the things he did, were ruthless and ruthless.

He was bold enough to do it.

“Will he survive?” Jasmine Yale turned to Sylvan Cheney.

“I don’t know. We’ll wait for the hospital’s notification.” Sylvan was still drying his hair.

“So your grandfather didn’t die either?”

“Hmm, any problem?”

“No problem.” Jasmine Yale shook her head, she had heard it all, “You’re impressive.”

“Oh?” Sylvan Cheney’s tail tone was light, the corner of his mouth was curved upward, “In what aspect you’re saying? Or is it in every aspect?”