Chapter 208: You Prefer Being on Top
Translator: 549690339
Sylvan Cheney gave her a cold stare, his gaze icy and colder than the moonlight.
Subconsciously, Jasmine Yale wanted to run away.
Yet, a few seconds later, his face softened, and his eyes reflected a hint of warmth.
“Do you prefer being on top?” He tilted his lips into a grin, looking at her.
Jasmine’s heart tightened, her face turned red, what a lecher!
“Mr. Cheney, can we discuss something?” Jasmine changed the topic, without forgetting the serious matter.
“To discuss something with me, you must have sincerity.”
“How about… a 30% discount on… all our dealings?”
“How about a 35% discount?” She was already running at a loss!
“Then what are your terms?” Jasmine looked heavenward.
“Have you eaten?” He looked at her.
“Let’s go back to the Cheney Residence and make me a cup of coffee.”
“Is that all?” Jasmine looked at him incredulously.
“Yes.” Sylvan leaned his arm against the car window, his gaze fiery, piercing through her like ink staining the paper.
His handsome face remained calm and peaceful like water.
In the end, Jasmine had to compromise.
However, there was still some distance from the Cheney Residence. Sylvan got out of the car.
The driver drove away, leaving the two of them walking side by side.
A stroll easily evoked countless memories in Jasmine.
She used to enjoy wandering aimlessly on the streets.
Now it was late autumn, the maple leaves on the sides of the road had turned red, with some fallen on the ground, resembling a red carpet.
Jasmine nervously twisted her hands, head down, and moved forward.
Intentionally distancing herself from him.
However, his familiar scent would occasionally invade her memory, causing a sensation to surge within her.
She spoke with a cool tone: “Mr. Cheney, can Little Chale stay with me for one day tomorrow?”
“I’ll take him to the aquarium.”
She didn’t dare to say that Hans Colin would be with them.
“Chaley isn’t you, he has piano lessons tomorrow,”
“But tomorrow’s a Saturday!” Jasmine widened her eyes.
Little Chale was only three.
Sylvan didn’t say anything, but his reaction to her words showed clear disdain. The future heir of the Cheney Family couldn’t possibly be like her.
“How about just one day? Just one day.”
Jasmine raised a finger, her eyes filled with hope. Beneath the moonlight, her large eyes sparkled.
Sylvan looked down at her, stretched out his hand and pressed down her finger.
His lips slightly parted, his tone ruthless, “If you’ll bring me along, I’ll consider.”
“…” Jasmine was determined not to bring him along.
Therefore, he rejected her.
“Didn’t you just say we could work out a deal? I make you a cup of coffee, and you agree to my request.” Jasmine was furious.
Sylvan turned his head, giving her a cryptic look.
“Don’t think too highly of yourself.”
“Sylvan Cheney, are you playing me?”
Jasmine’s face was filled with indignation. Did he find teasing her fun?
“You want to negotiate terms with me over a cup of coffee?”
“So what do you suggest? Chaley isn’t exactly your son, why must you be ?”
Their eyes locked, a clash of wills.
Sylvan raised his hand, forcefully pressing her against a tall red maple tree on the roadside.
Bending down, he kissed her chattering lips with precision, his large hand kneading her delicate and small shoulder.
“Um…” Jasmine pushed against him in annoyance.
Sylvan pinned her, not letting her move, gripping her wrists tightly and holding down her legs.
His breathing was heavy and hers was unstable.
At first, he was biting and gnawing at her lips, then after, he forced her to open her mouth to receive his..