Capítulo 1913: Chapter 1913: Please Don’t Scold Anymore
“Jasmine Yale, you’ve sent things repeatedly and intentionally appeared before . Do you really think I’m a fool who knows nothing? Hmm?”
Jasmine Yale stood with her back pressed against the cold wall. She raised her head and looked into his deep eyes.
Under the light, his eyes were a fierce crimson, aggressive and forceful.
“What do you know?” Jasmine Yale’s voice was soft and gentle.
What could he possibly know? He knew nothing. He had already erased her entirely from his mory.
There are many things one cannot think about. Even thinking about them makes it hard to breathe.
Their eyes locked, and Sylvan Cheney let out a cold laugh: “What do you think you have that attracts ? I have a fiancée, yet you still try to seduce . Aren’t you shaless?”
“…” Jasmine Yale remained silent.
Sotis, she also wanted to ignore and forget about him.
But without him, her life was like a stagnant pool of water.
It was only after he ca back alive that she felt her heart beat again, as if spring had co and lted the hard ice.
Her heart would beat, and her senses returned to normal.
She hadn’t done anything inappropriate, she rely delivered things to him as a gesture of thanks. The rest of the ti… it was clearly he who called her for overti and etings.
How could he label her as “shaless”?
At this mont, Sylvan Cheney was in a very agitated state. His whole heart was pounding wildly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and a devouring gloom filled his eyes.
His tall figure lood over her petite body, and his head began to throb intensely.
All his noble elegance and calm composure collapsed in front of Jasmine Yale.
Suppressing the pain with great effort, he lashed out at Jasmine Yale again: “Not speaking? Does not speaking an admitting? What is it that you truly want? A promotion? A raise? Or a green card to immigrate to the US? I advise you to give up these thoughts. I’m not soone you can fool!”
“Go to the hospital, let call 911 for you.”
As she spoke, Jasmine Yale took her phone out of her pocket.
She wasn’t going to argue with the drunk Sylvan Cheney.
With a “pop,” Sylvan Cheney raised his hand and smashed her phone to the ground.
“Jasmine Yale, what exactly do you want? Stay away from , get lost.”
He was furious.
The remnants of rationality in his mind were becoming harder to suppress, slowly fading away.
He did not like this chaotic feeling, one that jumbled his thoughts and even encroached upon his rationality.
“Sylvan Cheney, with your temper and bad attitude, I’m not sure how much longer I can tolerate it. You should know, a human heart is not made of iron or stone, it can feel. You’ve insulted many tis. I’m not shaless, I just…” Jasmine Yale’s voice lowered, stopping mid-sentence.
She just loved him too much.
“Please don’t insult anymore. It makes sad.” Jasmine Yale avoided his gaze.
Sylvan Cheney’s eyes paused slightly, but the sharp glint still fell on her fair, exquisite face.
She hadn’t called him “CEO Cheney” or “President,” instead, she had addressed him directly by his na.
“If you don’t want to insult you, then leave now,” Sylvan Cheney said, looking at her.
Perhaps because she was in too much of a hurry along the way and had tussled with Sylvan Cheney, a smooth patch of skin showed beneath Jasmine Yale’s neck.
Only by drawing closer did Sylvan Cheney notice a scar on her shoulder blade.
How co a girl would have a scar in such a place? Had she done sothing improper?
So perverse n have peculiar habits, finding extre stimulation by burning won’s bodies with cigarette butts.
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