Chapter 465: Don’t You Want Me?
Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but scold him a few times.
Truthfully, she didn’t dare to reprimand him, but seeing him drunk, she took the liberty to tease him a bit.
After knowing him for fifteen years, she felt utterly dominated by him, hardly able to move.
Only rarely did she get such an opportunity to fight back a bit.
“It’s not intentional.” Sylvan Cheney wrinkled his brows, feeling quite wronged.
Jasmine Yale sighed, took a wet wipe, and cleaned the bloodstains on his hand.
It was a bit of blood, nothing serious.
“Mr. Cheney, you should find a woman to take care of you, so I won’t have to come if you get drunk again,” Jasmine Yale said indifferently.
Suddenly, Sylvan Cheney grabbed her hand, his tone filled with hostility and vigilance: “You’re leaving?”
“Let go, I didn’t say I’m leaving.”
Jasmine Yale went to pour him a cup of tea.
She really didn’t understand why he had driven Yolanda away for no reason, otherwise she wouldn’t have had to take care of him.
However, a small fight between a couple was normal. There was no need for her to interfere.
“As long as I’m in Landon for a single day, you don’t get to leave.
He was looking at her, his attitude rude, his tone domineering.
Jasmine Yale was taken aback, craning her neck to stare at him.
Drunk and still so unreasonable? That was like him.
He was always unreasonable.
“Let me drive you back to the Cheney Residence. Where are your car keys?” Jasmine Yale fumbled in his pocket.
After a good while, she finally found the key to the Rolls-Royce.
“What are you fumbling around for…” Sylvan Cheney squinted his eyes, “Want it?”
Jasmine clenched her teeth: “…”
He suddenly grabs her hand, guiding it towards his trousers.
“Jasy… do you know how long it’s been since I touched a woman…”
His eyes were cloudy with drunkenness, his gaze hazy.
“I don’t want to know.” Jasmine Yale tried to retract her hand.
She really didn’t want to know at all. What did she need to know that for?
“Don’t you want me?” Sylvan Cheney held her wrist.
“I don’t want you, let go.” Jasmine Yale snapped at him, “Behave, or I’m calling Charles McIntosh!”
Sylvan Cheney immediately let go, as obedient as Chale Cheney.
Jasmine Yale didn’t expect to be able to scare him off.
It seemed he really was heavily intoxicated this time.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have fallen for her bluff.
After all these struggles, Jasmine Yale was covered in sweat.
She took off her overcoat, pressed his hand to keep him still, and roughly made him gulp down some sobering tea.
Sylvan Cheney was surprisingly cooperative. After finishing the tea, he rested his head and stayed quiet.
Jasmine suddenly thought of the night in Sinkapore not long ago when she was drunk.
He broke into her apartment by picking the lock.
It seemed like she had vomited all over him back then.
Compared to her, Sylvan Cheney handled his alcohol much better.
He’d occasionally act up, say a few extra words, but would soon become calm and quiet.
Just like his usual self, silent and reticent.
“Sylvan, please sit still and don’t move while I change your clothes,” Jasmine warned him.
Sylvan looked at her without saying a word.
However, just as Jasmine turned around to get some clothes, he lunged at her!
Pressing her down hard, he pinned her to the sofa.
“You are not allowed to leave!”
His eyes burnt bright red!
“I’m just going to get you some clothes, I’m not leaving!”
He didn’t give her a chance to move. He was domineering with a rude tone.
Jasmine Yale lost all her patience due to his antics.
“All right, I’m not going anywhere. Sleep in your dirt if you want to!” She couldn’t be bothered any longer.
Really, what a nuisance!
He couldn’t even behave when he was drunk!