The urgent knocking on the door continued.
Who would co at this hour?
Sylvan Cheney leaned against the wall, mustering up the energy to open the door.
The corridor was dimly lit, and as soon as the door opened, Sylvan Cheney’s drunken eyes fixated, and his pupils suddenly constricted, staring intently at the petite woman outside.
She seed to have co in a hurry, her hair slightly disheveled, her breath unsteady, panting continuously.
Seeing him open the door, she nearly fell to the ground, exhaling a long sigh of relief.
"How did you find your way here? Hm?" Sylvan Cheney glanced at her coldly. This woman was indeed troubleso; what was she thinking?
Jasmine Yale didn’t reply, only staring steadily at his face, pale as paper, with his ssy hair and unhealthy complexion.
Jasmine’s heart ached terribly.
How could her beloved Mr. Cheney have ended up like this?
He had always been spirited, clean, and elegant, but the person standing in front of her now was nothing like her Sylvan Cheney!
There was still a sll of cigarettes on Sylvan Cheney. He must have smoked after coming ho.
Reckless, utterly reckless.
Did he even realize how close he had co to losing his life?
Sylvan Cheney saw she didn’t speak, his drunkenness rising, a surge of irritation: "What do you want? Coming here at one in the morning, expecting to fuck you?"
His words were crude and impatient.
For so reason, seeing her made his heart fill with an uncontrollable restlessness.
This was the only restlessness he had felt in months, a desire to see her, yet not wanting to see her.
Such contradictory and intense feelings drove him to madness.
She was a liar, a seductress, fickle, full of lies, with poor character; he shouldn’t even see her.
He should chase her away.
Jasmine Yale paid no attention to his drunken words, stepping inside his apartnt.
She grabbed his arm, stood on tiptoe, and touched his forehead: "You’re burning up, you fool."
"Get away." Sylvan Cheney shook off her hand.
But he didn’t touch her strongly; he knew she was pregnant, and that bit of reason still remained.
"You need to go to the hospital. In the middle of the night, nobody’s here to take care of you, and if you faint in the apartnt, no one would know!" Jasmine Yale said urgently, "You’ve been drinking and smoking, now you’re burning with fever and vomiting all over. You really have a death wish."
"Jasmine Yale, get out."
"I’ll take you to the hospital, and I’ll leave once we get there."
"Do you have no sha? Hm? I tell you to leave, and you don’t? Are you used to throwing yourself at n?"
Jasmine Yale ignored his harsh words, though her fingers trembled slightly, her heart shaking.
"I don’t want to care about your life or death either, but I seem to be unable to help it," Jasmine Yale said quietly, "Stop ruining your body; there are still people who care about you in this world. When your body suffers, it’s they who feel the pain."
Sylvan Cheney scoffed coldly, lowering his gaze at Jasmine Yale, pinning her against the wall.
His eyes were bloodshot, sharp and cold, like a chilling wind.
"Do you care about ? In what capacity? Or are you trying to climb up using your body?" Sylvan Cheney’s heated breath fell beside Jasmine Yale’s ear, "Let tell you, I’ve seen many won like you. Since joining the company, there hasn’t been a single trick I haven’t seen. But soone with no figure, no face like you, I really can’t sleep with, let alone a pregnant woman."
Sylvan Cheney’s words were sinister and impatient, and Jasmine Yale’s fingers trembled uncontrollably.
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