Capítulo 2150: Chapter 2150: Where Is This Place?
In the depths of sleep, her posture was delicate and charming, a sight rarely seen in her usual self.
Sylvan Cheney felt the urge to smoke arise, but it was impossible to satisfy at the mont.
As he was growing irritable, he suddenly heard Jasmine Yale’s phone vibrate twice.
Sylvan Cheney reached out to pick up her phone.
The screen lit up montarily, and he saw a ssage from Yukon Carbon.
The screen was locked with a password, so he couldn’t open it, only roughly seeing that Yukon Carbon was helping her solve so problems.
Solve problems? Hah.
Jasmine Yale suddenly awoke, snatching her phone back into her hands, glaring at him with wide eyes.
“Hah.” He let out a cold laugh, “So ambiguous.”
“Where is this place?” Jasmine Yale looked out the window dazedly, seeing nothing around.
A vast expanse of emptiness!
No grass grew, distant from any comrcial area, where could this be?
Jasmine Yale couldn’t figure it out, looking carefully outside, but in such a place, it was hard to tell direction, impossible to guess where they were.
“Why did you bring here? There’s nothing here.”
No people, no cars, no houses.
As far as the eye could see, just open space.
What a vast place!
Sylvan Cheney unbuckled the seatbelt, suddenly leaning over, carefully avoiding her stomach as he pressed her down, eyes locked onto hers.
Their faces were only separated by a few centiters, able to see each other’s long eyelashes and pupils.
Jasmine Yale’s breathing beca erratic, heart rate starting to beco unstable.
“You… Sylvan Cheney, don’t do anything reckless.” She looked at him in confusion, her shoulders trembling slightly.
His scorching breath landed on her face, her cheeks starting to flush red.
This intimate contact in the wilderness quickened her heartbeat.
“Jasmine Yale, there’s no one here, you could scream your lungs out and no one would save you,” Sylvan Cheney said, looking into her eyes.
“Is the CEO doing things openly and fairly, now trying to use force on ?”
Just as Jasmine Yale finished speaking, Sylvan Cheney grasped her chin, precisely capturing her lips with his, kissing her fiercely.
Grinding, gnawing.
This kiss carried an air of dominance.
Jasmine Yale was initially stunned, then used her hands to push at his shoulders!
They… hadn’t kissed in a very long ti, his kiss made her uncomfortable, especially this kind of resentful and vengeful kiss!
Sylvan Cheney pinned down her hands, his cold lips still kissing her.
Her lips… were surprisingly soft.
Sylvan Cheney’s mind suddenly went blank, such tactile sense and awareness fiercely stimulated sothing sowhere in the nerve endings, stabbing at his heart.
He wanted more.
He really wanted it, really, really.
Thinking to the point of madness.
A man certainly harbors desire for a woman, during his recent business trips, he often dreamt of her at night.
Dreaming of them engaged in intimate acts.
Every ti he awoke in the wide empty bed, he could only angrily take a cold shower.
Those colorful dreams, couldn’t be shaken off no matter what.
Now the touch this kiss brought, gave him a different feeling, even a… familiarity, could it be because in his dreams he had kissed her countless tis?
This feeling was egging on his actions, unintentionally, his kiss deepened.
Jasmine Yale whimpered, but she wasn’t a match for Sylvan Cheney at all.
At present, Sylvan Cheney was like a trapped beast, whereas Jasmine Yale was like a lamb.
The trapped beast bit onto the lamb, stirring up all its fighting spirit.
“Hiss…” Sylvan Cheney was bitten back by Jasmine Yale!
He pulled away, tasting the sweet, iron flavor of blood in his mouth.
Jasmine Yale glared at him fiercely, her eyes bloodshot, his silhouette reflected in her pupils.
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