Chapter 752: Chapter 752: Don’t Lose Your Temper with ……
“She instinctively took two steps back, almost dropping her suitcase.
Sylvan Cheney walked up to her, his towering figure exuding an imnse sense of oppression.
Jasmine Yale dared not lift her head, standing silently like a reprimanded schoolgirl.
In front of him, she never felt confident.
When they occasionally argued, she would quickly retreat or compromise willingly.
The imposing aura of Sylvan Cheney was too overwhelming, making her fingertips tremble a little.
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“Not planning to go back?” Sylvan Cheney gazed intently at her.
“I, I have packed up my stuff, I want to go ho.” Jasmine’s voice was very soft, carrying a hint of fear.
“Ho?” Sylvan Cheney contemplated the word, “Is that rental house, what you call ho?”
In the cold wind, his deep voice carried a hint of indifference and anger.
The servant on the side seed to understand sothing and quietly slipped away.
So…Miss Yale left on her own accord, without considering discussing with Mr. Cheney.
Miss Yale truly is courageous.
Jasmine kept silent, not uttering a word.
“Co inside with .” Sylvan Cheney ordered, passing by her, heading towards the living room.
His entire body was aloof and cold.
Jasmine knew, he was angry.
She also knew, since he was back, she could no longer leave his villa.
Dragging her suitcase, she re-entered the living room.
As soon as the door was shut, Sylvan Cheney’s fury erupted, with one sweep of his hand—
“Clang, clang,” all the vases and teacups on the table fell to the ground, shattering!
The floor was covered with pieces of shattered glass.
Jasmine was startled, she cowed against the door, not daring to move forward nor out.
Sylvan Cheney had never lost his temper with her like this before.
Even when he misunderstood her for having aborted their baby, he had never raged at her like this.
His cold gaze fell on her.
Seeing that she was still dragging her suitcase, the anger burning in his eyes intensified.
With a quick stride, Sylvan Cheney snatched the suitcase from her and kicked it away.
“What are you doing…” Jasmine’s eyes welled up with tears, swirling around her eye socket.
Her face showed an expression of grievance and unspoken dissatisfaction.
He was inexplicably angry at her again.
She didn’t do anything wrong.
“What am I doing? Jasmine Yale, shouldn’t you ask yourself what you are doing? Huh?” Sylvan Cheney’s gaze was locked onto her face.
Jasmine furrowed her brow, her small face crumpled.
“I want to go ho. I haven’t been there in a long ti.”
“What on earth is at that place that makes you want to leave the Cheney Residence? You prefer it there, don’t you?” Sylvan Cheney yelled at her.
“Don’t be angry with …” Jasmine began to sob, the droplets of tears pattering down, “I don’t know what I did wrong for you to be so angry. I’ve been taking care of you these days, and everything you said is right, even if you were lying to . I think I’ve done a good job, but why are you still dissatisfied…”
“Jasmine Yale, you are nothing more than an ungrateful creature!”
At this mont, Sylvan Cheney completely lost his composure.
Jasmine recoiled, fearing Sylvan Cheney’s temper.
Perhaps, his patience with her was running out.
The two of them were standing close.
Jasmine could feel his simring anger and rising body temperature, along with his ragged breath.
She felt a trendous sense of pressure, her breaths shortened, and she stood against the door, not daring to make a move.
Tears streaming down her face, drop by drop, wetting her scarf.”
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