Chapter 224: Do You Need Someone to Sleep With?
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She believed that his confession to her back then was sincere.
Even when he first saw her at the seafood restaurant, it was genuine.
Without any hesitation, Sylvan Cheney spoke in an indifferent tone, “What do you think?”
Jasmine Yale barely knew Sylvan Cheney in the past, but three years ago, she lost all hope in him.
This man is ruthless and cold-blooded.
If you cross him, there are only two outcomes – death, or a life worse than death.
She had broken his rules, and her aftermath was… a life worse than death.
Although Hans Colin did not kidnap his son, extorting him was alike provoking the God of the Year!
She knew how arrogant Sylvan Cheney was. How could he possibly tolerate being threatened?
This time, the only outcome for Colin would be — death.
A cold sweat emerged from her back, even her palms had started to sweat and were sticky.
She clenched her hands anxiously. Out of fear, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her heart sunk like a rock into the lake.
What she feared was not Colin’s outcome, but her own.
In those twelve years, she had done many things that might have crossed his line.
For instance, she would act spoilt and ask for his company;
Even if he scolded her with a stern face, she still messed around with him in defiance;
She climbed onto his bed, took his bracelet…
Many, many, she remembered all!
Cold sweat ran heavier down her back.
What would her outcome be?
Three years ago, she already lived a life worse than death, three years later, would she be dead?
Overwhelmed by fear, her face instantly turned as pale as paper, and her eyelashes were trembling.
She tried hard to control her emotions, straining herself not to think about it.
In the mirror, Sylvan Cheney probably noticed her expression and spoke indifferently.
He was not used to her being so quiet.
They just arrived at a red light, and the car stopped.
“I’m asking you.” in a low voice.
Jasmine Yale moved her lips, looked up, and gazed at his silhouette.
“Mr. Cheney, will you… kill me in the future?” Her voice trembled slightly.
“It depends on the situation.”
The light turned green, Sylvan Cheney stepped on the gas, looking straight ahead.
Jasmine Yale truly did not understand Sylvan Cheney. In fact, she had never quite understood him.
Sylvan Cheney glanced at the mirror again. How was it possible that this dim-witted woman survived until her twenties?
The car entered a bustling downtown area, with the streets full of noise and excitement.
Jasmine Yale looked around, she didn’t recognize this place.
“Mr. Cheney, can I ask one last question? Where are we going?”
With her small hand pressed against the window, Jasmine Yale stared at the unfamiliar surroundings outside with confusion.
Sylvan Cheney glanced at her again. The way she pressed her face against the window resembled some small creature! The face, the eyes, the long eyelashes. “We need to take a photo for adoption procedures.”
“Oh, oh.” Jasmine Yale understood, “Then, will you be handling the follow-up procedures?”
After speaking, she immediately covered her mouth. She had just said that she wasn’t going to ask any more questions.
But the question had already been asked.
” Lawyer Warner will handle it.”
“So in the future, can I often bring Little Chale home to sleep?”
“Are you short of a sleep partner? You can find me too.” Sylvan Cheney looked straight ahead, completely serious.
Jasmine Yale was shocked and outraged!
What did he mean by looking for him? Could it be the same? Absolutely not!
“I don’t want you, I just want Little Chale.” Jasmine Yale said bluntly.