Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 400: Mr. Cheney, Be Careful!

No way could Jasmine Yale outrun them — in moments the distance between them was closing.

Closing.

Without any warning, Jasmine tripped over a stone!

With a “thud”, she fell hard onto the ground, her entire body aching in pain.

The pack of wolves quickly encircled her, anger gleaming in every pair of eyes.

They stepped over the corpse of a shot wolf, their combined howls echoing mournfully into the sky.

At that moment, Jasmine was covered in splotches of blood, her hair a wild mess, her clothes disheveled.

She sat on the ground, lifting her head.

Her gaze collided with that of the wolf pack across from her!

Some wolves were preparing to attack, slowly advancing towards Jasmine one step at a time.

Jasmine’s face showed sheer panic as she desperately tried to back away…

The wind brought forth the harsh mix of the scent of soil and fresh blood, enough to turn anyone’s stomach.

Her once bright eyes were now hollow and spiritless.

Just when she was at a total loss, firm yet hasty footsteps were heard from behind her!

“Bang…”

Sylvan Cheney pulled the trigger, his gun aimed at a wolf!

The gun fired, the smoke filling the air.

Undeneath the hazy moonlight, his face appeared incredibly grim, with tense jawlines and agitated waves rolling in his sharp and profound eyes.

Sylvan was wearing a long black windcoat, looking like he just rushed over from somewhere. He was covered in dust and fatigue was evident in his eyes.

His presence radiated a chill colder than ice.

Under the moonlit night, his tall silhouette radiated a murderous aura akin to that from hell.

A wolf was killed.

The remaining wolves scattered to escape, but none of them left!

Jasmine sat on the ground, looking up at the awe-inspiring figure above her.

“Why is it you…” she murmured, her voice as light as rain, swaying.

She was merely talking to herself, not expecting that Sylvan would hear her.

He knitted his brows together, his face darkening further.

His gaze raked over her face before moving away.

Jasmine lifted her head vacantly, her gaze fixated on him

She cannot recall when was the last time she had seen him, it seemed… quite a few days ago.

In his hand, was a handgun she remembered feeling herself once.

“Move back.” Sylvan commanded coldly, devoid of any expression.

Only then did Jasmine snap out of her thoughts, and painstakingly got to her feet from the ground.

A gust of wind blew past, the blood at her neck having already dried up.

But her wound was still throbbing faintly.

“Move further away!” Sylvan issued another command, his cold gaze sliding over her face.

“Oh.”

Not wishing to cause him any trouble, Jasmine ran hurriedly to a safer spot.

She never knew that Sylvan was such a good shot.

Several wolves in the pack were killed, the remaining ones seemed to have gone mad, continuously throwing themselves at Sylvan, their sharp claws itching to rip him to shreds!

Bang,bang—

The gunshots echoed incessantly in the forest.

Sylvan’s face remained calm, Jasmine couldn’t read any emotion off his cool and indifferent expression.

The wolves stopped their direct attack and began to disperse, ready to stage a coordinated assault!

“Mr. Cheney, be careful!” Jasmine let out an anxious cry.

Her hands were still trembling, her lips turning an even sickly white.

She could tell that, the wolves were savage, they were really forcing Sylvan against the wall.

“Ah…”

The last three wolves let out a collective, defiant howl!

Jasmine was terrified.

The fear she felt at that moment seemed to be different from any she’d felt that night.

It was like… even though she knew she shouldn’t be scared anymore, she still was.

The feeling was intense.

The last three wolves seemed to be provoked to a great extent, their gaze sharp and fierce..

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