Chapter 1337: Chapter 1337: After Sleeping with Him
“It was supposed to be a simple call of his na, but because of the drugs, her voice trembled with seduction.”
She was too scared to notice.
But Sylvan Cheney frowned.
He still said nothing, just watched her.
Jasmine Yale felt like crying, bowing her head, not daring to make a sound; she was afraid of him like this.
She wouldn’t mind if he scolded her, cursed her, or even hit her; why won’t he say anything…
“Mr. Cheney… please don’t stay silent…” she pleaded with him, “Curse at , curse … any way you like, I won’t talk back… curse at , it’ll make feel better…”
This ss was her doing, and she wouldn’t talk back, however he scolded her.
She wouldn’t deny it.
Right now, she was suffering intensely; her heart filled with fear, her body burning up, overwheld by a ss of sensations.
She thought he’d stay in the hotel for a long ti.
She never expected to be caught red-handed by him.
“How do you want to curse you?” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently, his sharp gaze on her.
His tall figure lood over her, casting her complexion in a dim light.
He approached her, still carrying the light scent of Agarwood Fragrance.
Jasmine Yale felt so miserable she wanted to cry, “Just curse at for being a traitor, for being heartless, for being shaless, for being worthless…”
Sylvan Cheney remained silent.
“Whatever you say, you can hit , disown , reject , anything goes…” Jasmine Yale’s voice broke with sobs, “I know I’m worthless, I know I’ve gone too far…”
She cried hard, her little face crumpled in agony, her voice trembling, her heart breaking.
Tears streaked her face, soaking her sweater.
She cried like a little kitten, curled up by the wall, pitifully vulnerable.
“Jasmine Yale, do you realize your mistake?”
“…” Jasmine Yale bit her lip.
Was it a mistake? She didn’t know.
She just wanted him to be okay, and everything else, she didn’t care.
“I think you don’t realize your mistake at all!” Sylvan Cheney’s deep voice carried a hint of anger, “Jasmine Yale, who the hell gave you the guts to drug ? Huh?”
He yelled at her.
Jasmine Yale couldn’t stand the scolding, and tears fell again.
“It’s already happened, you can yell at all you want.” Jasmine Yale kept her head down.
The heat on her body hadn’t faded, and now every word she spoke to Sylvan Cheney cost her great effort; she was tornted.
“Scolding you is being light.” Sylvan Cheney reprimanded, “I didn’t know you had the guts to do this.”
“Just finish scolding and go back to the hotel, at tis like this, a girl still hopes to have soone by her side…” Jasmine Yale whispered softly.
Just like after she had slept with him the first ti, waking up to find herself alone.
That bewildered feeling, she could never forget it.
“Jasmine Yale, sotis I really want to cut out your heart and see it for myself! Pushing towards Joan Harry? Huh?”
She bit her lip, silent.
“I didn’t know you had the guts to slip a drug into my drink.” Sylvan Cheney’s voice was icy cold, “Jasmine Yale, what did I say about making mistakes and paying for them? Rember what I said earlier tonight? Huh?”
Jasmine Yale rembered.
How could she forget.
He had said, if it was serious, be prepared to beg him.
Now, her head felt like it was about to explode; she wanted to leave, to take a cold shower, she was in agony.
“Mr. Cheney… please let go… I’ll leave tomorrow, I won’t co back to Landon again… There won’t be a next ti for such a mistake… please… let go, okay?” Jasmine Yale was truly begging him.
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