Chapter 734: Chapter 734: Slept With Him After Getting Drunk
Jasmine Yale jumped off the sofa, glaring at a certain calm and shaless individual.
She straightened her sweater and put the recorder on the table.
“Here’s your thing back.”
Unexpectedly, Sylvan Cheney stretched out a hand and caught hold of her wrist.
The coolness in his stern eyes was icy, as though spread with a layer of frost, devoid of much warmth.
“Where are you going?”
“Weren’t you going to rest? I won’t disturb you, I’ll go back to my room.”
In fact, because of what happened yesterday, she had only slept a couple of hours last night.
After Ann Nolan had left, she had tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
He hadn’t answered her calls, and she had thought that sothing had really happened to him.
Little Chale, on the other hand, had slept soundly, calling out ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ in his dreams throughout the night.
Now, knowing the truth, her heart had finally eased.
Seeing that Sylvan was unhard, she was relieved.
She could understand why he kept her in the dark; after all, she was soone who was bad at hiding her emotions. Her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were all displayed on her face.
If he had told her in advance, if there had been any glitches, his whole plan would have been ruined.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly.
Sylvan Cheney did not let go of her hand. Instead, he raised his right hand to stroke her cheek.
“You have dark circles. Did you not sleep well last night?”
His proximity to her inevitably made her sll his scent.
“I’m good, just a bit tired maybe.”
“Rest here with .”
“You are not Little Chale. I am not going to accompany you.” Jasmine Yale promptly refused.
“Huh?” With a forceful pull, Sylvan Cheney drew her into his embrace and, without allowing her any chance to resist, he lifted her in a side carry and walked towards the bed.
His bed was exceptionally soft, covered with a layer of delicate gray blanket.
He lowered her onto the bed, his arms encircling her, preventing her from escaping.
“Stay here with .” His tone was extrely imperious.
His exhaled breath tingled at her neck, tickling her.
Jasmine Yale had no chance to struggle before she was enveloped within his embrace.
Sylvan Cheney pressed her little head against his chest, refusing to allow even the slightest resistance.
Holding her soft body in his arms, his heart finally settled completely.
She carried the floral scent he liked, faint and elegant.
He sniffed the scent of her hair, reluctant to let her go.
“Jasy, have you thought through what I said before I left?” he asked.
“I don’t rember.” Unable to resist, Jasmine Yale simply closed her eyes.
“What do you an you don’t rember?” Sylvan Cheney was quite angry, “Jasmine Yale, such an important matter, and you just casually reply with ‘I don’t rember’? Huh?”
“Are you going to sleep, or not? If you’re not going to sleep, then I’m sleeping. I’m very tired.”
She wasn’t this sleepy earlier, but lying in bed now, the sleepiness overwheld her.
Sylvan Cheney lifted her left hand, gently caressing the exquisite Blue Demoness ring on her ring finger.
Guarding.
Jasmine Yale’s small hand rested in his large palm, soft and pliable.
Jasmine Yale felt a ticklish sensation from her palm, her mind going blank.
A lot had happened during the ti he was away.
During the nights when she couldn’t sleep, she had been thinking about what he said before he left.
As for him, she had only done two bold things—
One was confessing her feelings for him when she was eighteen; the other was getting drunk and sleeping with him when she was twenty.
Confessing took a great deal of courage. Before confessing, she had actually been prepared to be rejected.
Because, from the mont she t him, she knew they were not from the sa world.
Confessing was rely to avoid having regrets.
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