Chapter 266: One Must Not Be Too Shameless
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Sylvan Cheney made his position clear, leaving no room for renegotiation!
“But that agreement was based on deceit!” Jasmine Yale tried to explain.
She didn’t know that he was Mr. Yale; had she known, she wouldn’t have signed it!
But the thought of the adorable little Chaley made her sad.
The little guy didn’t have a mother… She knew how that felt – it was heart-wrenching.
Sylvan Cheney chuckled coldly: “Don’t talk to me about law in Landon.”
“I…” Jasmine knew she couldn’t out-talk him, “I see, I’ll try my best to fulfill my responsibilities.”
If anyone was to blame, it was herself for being foolish enough to sign Sylvan Cheney’s agreement, could she even escape from this now?
“Mr. Cheney, why did you insist on me signing the agreement?”
“No reason, little Chaley likes you.”
“So, do you know your son sent me roses and high-heeled shoes?”
“Do you know or not?”
“F*ck.” Jasmine cursed inwardly but said nothing.
“You should give your kid less pocket money. It’s a waste to spend on a rose every day.” Jasmine said indifferently.
“…” Okay, she should have kept her mouth shut.
Sylvan Cheney continued to drive while she was engrossed in her phone.
Knowing that Sylvan Cheney was Mr. Yale really pissed her off.
In her anger, she opened WeChat.
The conversation between her and “Mr. Yale” was embarrassingly flattering.
A myriad of emotions stormed through her heart…
Just as she was about to block him, Sylvan Cheney said, “Since we’re bound to bump into each other sooner or later, why bother deleting.”
The car drove into Jasmine’s residential area.
Jasmine packed her things and prepared to get out of the car.
Sylvan Cheney skillfully parked the car under the sycamore tree. As soon as the car stopped, he also unbuckled his seat belt.
Jasmine glanced at him: “What are you trying to do?”
“It’s too late, it’s inappropriate to go back to the Cheney Residence.”
“Then go to a hotel.”
“I’m not used to it, I avoid staying in one if I can.”
“Then don’t stay here, you’re not welcome.” Jasmine jumped out of the car, “Besides, my friend is still here! You’re a man, it’s not appropriate for you to come over!”
As soon as she got out of the car, she sped off in an attempt to shake Sylvan Cheney off.
Sylvan Cheney got out of the car leisurely and followed her.
Her friend? Peyenne Jones? She’s currently abroad shooting a film with Lincoln Lamar.
Jasmine heard his footsteps, she turned to face him in the dark corridor.
She lowered her voice: “Sylvan Cheney, it’s shameful to be this unscrupulous.”
“You’ve been living in my house for twelve years, and you can’t let me stay for one night?”
It was Jasmine’s turn to be at a loss for words.
“Then you sleep on the living room sofa.” Jasmine walked ahead.
Jasmine could only unlock the door and let Sylvan Cheney in.
He had stayed here before, so he seemed quite at home. He skillfully changed his shoes and poured a cup of tea.
Jasmine ignored him, took a shower and went to sleep in her bedroom.
Sylvan Cheney frowned: “There’s no blanket.”
Jasmine had to get out of bed and fetch him a blanket.
“There’s no pillow.” Sylvan Cheney frowned at her again.
“If there’s none, then there’s none. Can’t you adjust a bit? You were the one who wanted to stay here. I’m the owner here, you have to go by my rules.”
Jasmine slammed the door.
Sylvan Cheney’s sudden return from Lonton had taken her completely by surprise.
And his sudden decision to crash at her place caught her even more off guard.
Furthermore, little Chaley was his son.