Chapter 407: Chapter 407: He Is So Afraid of Losing

Jasmine Yale’s breath was faint, often absent.

Sylvan Cheney’s pupils suddenly shrunk, and his cold and firgid eyes reflected an endless depth of anxiety.

“Prepare the car.” Sylvan Cheney ordered in a low voice.

“Mr. Cheney, is Miss Yale seriously injured?”

“Mm.”

“Mr. Cheney, at this time, we must not let Miss Yale lose her will to live. I will prepare the car now.”

After finishing his words, Charles Mcintosh went out.

Sylvan Cheney skillfully treated Jasmine’s wound and cleaned up the blood.

Only he knew that, at this moment, he was covered in a cold sweat.

This feeling of being unable to grasp or even hold tightly… It was very uncomfortable.

“Jasmine Yale, you must hold on. Even if you hate or blame me, you must survive. Do you hear me?” Sylvan Cheney’s voice was lowered.

He squeezed Jasmine’s palm firmly, afraid that she would fall into unconsciousness.

However, Jasmine didn’t show any reactions.

Blood stains clung to her disheveled hair, but her face, which he had cleaned, was especially pure and innocent.

Sylvan Cheney’s slender fingers touched her face, from her forehead to her chin.

His heart was pounding non-stop.

He was so afraid of losing her.

What a fool… a complete fool…

Sylvan Cheney painfully pulled at the corners of his mouth.

If she hadn’t blocked that attack for him, the worst outcome would have been his death.

But that would be better than what he was feeling now… worse than death itself.

Charles Mcintosh quickly prepared the car.

Sylvan Cheney sat in the back, holding Jasmine in his arms and treating her with medicine to stop the bleeding.

“Hurry.” Sylvan Cheney ordered coldly.

“Yes, Mr. Cheney,” replied Charles Mcintosh.

The car slowly drove away from this secluded villa area, which has just witnessed a major tragedy. Even now, the air was filled with the smell of blood, the burnt odor, and the stench of corpses.

Only Charles Mcintosh knew that Sylvan Cheney had turned the villa red with blood in his attempt to find Jasmine Yale.

But was it still too late now?

Charles Mcintosh dared not imagine what would happen if Jasmine died.

The man in the back seat had an intense look of exhaustion on his face, his eyes were slightly closed as if he was deep in thought.

“Mr. Cheney, hold Miss Yale tight. I’ll speed up,” said Charles Mcintosh.

This place was too remote, he didn’t know what consequences could befall them if they were delayed.

“Mm.”

Sylvan Cheney held Jasmine Yale in his arms.

Her body was getting colder, even though the blood had stopped, her face was extremely pale.

Charles Mcintosh never expected Spencer Childe and Chris Fern to have a villa here.

This villa was hidden in the forest, no one could escape.

Because the only outcome awaiting the escapee was death by the teeth of a wild animal in the forest.

There was no second option.

Clearly, it was perverse to the extreme.

Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, took Jasmine’s chilly hand, and kissed it gently.

“Jasy, you must survive, even if it’s for the sake of Chale.” He spoke in a tone that was half demanding, half helpless.

Sylvan Cheney gripped her hand tightly, unable to let go.

But from beginning to end, Jasmine Yale showed no reaction.

Sylvan Cheney’s forehead creased, his expression… an incredible torment.

He knew that the fact she had blocked him from that attack showed that she had completely lost any desire to live.

What thoughts she must have had in that moment, he couldn’t tell,

Or perhaps, was she just trying to repay him?

Without much thought, she just wanted to return the favor by saving his life and end the unequal relationship between them.

“Fool…” Sylvan Cheney stroked her face.

He held her in his arms, and gently placed a kiss on her forehead and between her eyes.

The warm kiss, like a drizzle, was tender and affectionate..