Chapter 516: We Only Slept Together Once
She had always been lonely in this world.
Because of one person, she had tasted both the warmth and coldness of the world.
“Dad, I want to have the savory mooncake from Archeus Brand! Could you get it for , please…” Chale Cheney pleaded.
“No.”
Sylvan Cheney didn’t indulge Chale’s plea at all.
There was only one person in the world whose pleas he would entertain, but that person disdained to do so.
He glanced at Jasmine Yale, grabbing her wrist.
Not letting her go.
Jasmine glared at him, he rely glanced back indifferently.
Only after Chale had finished his endless chatter, updating him about the day, did Sylvan hang up the phone.
He put away his phone and slowly put on his shirt.
“Go ho early, Little Chale misses you.” Jasmine said casually.
“The person he misses most is not .”
“You’re his father. Of course, he misses you the most.” Jasmine was unmoved, “But you are indeed patient with him.”
“Jasmine Yale, it’s rare for you to praise .”
Jasmine hesitated for a mont.
She jumped off the bed and picked up the clothes on the floor.
The room was enveloped with the tangible scent of their intimate monts.
She threw his coat into his hands: “Don’t keep Little Chale waiting.”
“Still refuse to see him?” Sylvan asked.
Jasmine smiled, pinning back her loose hair. Her smile was light and casual.
“Mr. Cheney, please close the door on your way out.”
She took her pajamas from the wardrobe, prepared to go to the bath.
Sylvan reached out and grabbed her hand!
Jasmine was caught off balance and fell into his arms!
His steady, understated scent quickly invaded her senses!
“Jasmine Yale, can’t wait to kick out? Huh? This is a stark contrast to the you beneath just monts ago.”
Sylvan reached out, lightly caressing her chin with his fingers.
Their eyes locked and Jasmine looked away.
Her eyes were still red, having cried heavily just before.
Jasmine managed a smile: “You promised your little boy, you would be ho in half an hour.”
“So?”
“So… Mr. Cheney, if you want to make love to again before heading ho, you’re running short of ti.”
Sylvan pinched her chin, his lip rising in a smirk. His eyes flickered, a little shattered: “You’re challenging , Jasmine Yale? Huh?”
“I’m just stating the facts.” Jasmine said cooly.
Sylvan wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand lingering.
“Jasmine Yale, one day, I will make you unable to get out of bed for three days and nights.”
Sylvan whispered into her ear; his warm breath making Jasmine blush.
“Mr. Cheney, I finally understand why you kept around for twelve years…It was for another purpose, wasn’t it? A free bedmate, right? No need to pay, and guaranteed clean.”
A sudden contraction of Sylvan’s pupils; his gaze sharpened.
Their eyes clashed, sparks flying between them.
After a while, Sylvan lifted the corner of his mouth: “If mory serves, we’ve only been intimate once, and it was you who initiated.”
Jasmine choked on her words.
“Tell , Jasmine Yale, aren’t I the one who was taken advantage of? Huh?”
“You could have pushed away that night three years ago.” Jasmine said, “I was drunk. It was you who took advantage of .”
“Yeah, I did. So what? Want to take it back?”
Sylvan shalessly looked at Jasmine.
His hand road freely around her waist, sending tingles through her body.
Jasmine glared at him angrily.
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