Chapter 533: Little Girl, Marry Me
At that time, she seemed to hear his words, relaxed all of her caution, and surrendered herself completely to him.
Jasmine Yale was panicked: “Sylvan Cheney, I don’t want this, you are drunk, don’t force me…”
Sylvan Cheney was amused by her, where was he drunk?
“I’ve only had two drinks.” Sylvan Cheney explained to her, “Jasy, look at me, ok?”
He lifted up her chin.
Jasmine Yale met his gaze and saw an endless depth in his dark eyes, a sight she didn’t understand.
She defiantly turned her head, but it was forcefully held in place by him.
“Jasy, don’t reject me.”
Having said that, he kissed her lips again, his hands never ceasing their movements.
Because he had stood too long in the rain, his fingers were icy cold. When his hands touched Jasmine Yale’s skin, she couldn’t stop shivering from the cold.
In the small bedroom, only their breaths remained, faintly palpable.
This time Sylvan Cheney was stronger than ever, not intending to let Jasmine Yale go.
Jasmine Yale frowned in pain.
All his gentleness was drowned upon her…
When the emotion was particularly intense, Jasmine Yale closed her eyes.
Her hand gripped Sylvan Cheney’s waist and left several red marks there.
“No more…” she cried, and the room was filled with Jasmine Yale’s quiet sobs.
Tears glistened on her face, the air humid.
“Jasy, wait for me to come back, ok?” the man asked, his voice low.
The air was filled with a sudden rise in temperature.
Jasmine Yale cried until her voice was hoarse, she no longer had the strength to speak, she closed her eyes, refusing to respond to Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney sighed lightly, and in a soft tone by her ear, said: “Little Fox, I really like you.”
Jasmine Yale was tormented by him in bed twice over.
The bedroom was well heated, and Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney were both drenched in sweat.
When she was too tired to even lift a hand, Sylvan Cheney carried her to the bathroom.
He filled the bathtub with hot water then gently put her in.
Jasmine Yale was leaning against the tub and didn’t even have the energy to lift her eyelids.
The water was comfortably warm. Through the white steam, she glanced at Sylvan Cheney; the corners of her mouth expressed a cold indifference and her eyes were cold without any trace of warmth.
“Did you also do this with Yolanda Fern?”
Sylvan Cheney did not expect her to ask this and kissed her forehead again in response.
Her body carried a charm that made him irresistible.
Jasmine Yale coldly turned her head, not understanding how he made the connection to the word “jealous”.
“No,” he answered her clearly.
Jasmine Yale didn’t seem too concerned with the answer. She closed her eyes, looking exhausted.
Sylvan Cheney moved his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing and only kissed her face a few more times.
“You’re so annoying, don’t kiss anymore…”
Jasmine Yale raised her hand and pushed him away with a frown.
She didn’t kind of emotionless kiss, not at all.
Sylvan Cheney gave a smirk, but he couldn’t resist and kissed her several more times.
Every part of her was beautiful, her face, her features, her neck… Sylvan Cheney swallowed, his eyes full of burning desire, like a fiery blaze.
“…” His attentions dispersed her fatigue, and Jasmine Yale clenched her eyebrow, raising her hand to pinch his arm.
“Little Ya, marry me, ok?” In the depth of his emotions, Sylvan Cheney couldn’t help but whisper in her ear.
“Unwilling,” she replied, her face indifferent.
Three years later, they were together but had lost all the tacit understanding and warmth of the past.