Chapter 534: Chapter 534 Cheney Sylvan always wanted to sleep with her
Besides, the man was drunk, how could she take his words seriously?
You can’t trust a man’s words in bed.
“Jasy, even if you don’t want to, you can only be mine, what should we do?” Sylvan Cheney smirked, his actions becoming more intense.
When Jasmine Yale heard Sylvan Cheney’s shameless words, she was furious. She raised her hand and scratched his face!
Her nails left scratches on his face.
Two red marks of blood appeared instantly on Sylvan’s face.
Sylvan frowned, grabbing her flailing hand.
“Jasmine Yale, your knack for scratching people is getting better and better, I’ll cut your nails for you later.”
Sylvan held her hand.
Back against the bathtub, Jasmine was both worn out and tired.
“No more…” she whimpered.
Sylvan couldn’t control himself.
He poured all his suppressed passion from the past three years into this little fox (Jasmine), not letting go until Jasmine passed out from exhaustion again.
She lay in the bathtub while he patiently bathed her and washed her hair.
The redness on Jasmine’s face did not fade away, her body covered with his kiss marks.
After the bath, Sylvan carried her to bed.
He looked at the bloody markings she had scratched on him, helpless.
Sylvan really found a pair of nail clippers and trimmed all her nails.
The rain outside the window was still pouring down ceaselessly.
The cold wind kept blowing, endless.
Jasmine was restless, her little hands kept retracting into the quilt.
Sylvan had a hard time trimming all her nails.
He held her in his arms, covered her with a quilt, and kissed her gently.
“Jasy, would you grow your hair long for me?” he whispered in her ear.
Sylvan was still bothered by her short hair.
Jasmine was in a drowsy sleep, too tired to open her eyes, but she could hear someone speaking in her ear.
“Why should I…” she muttered in protest, “don’t you know it’s hard to take care of long hair?”
“I’ll wash it for you, okay? Every day…”
Thinking she hadn’t heard, Sylvan sighed.
“Do you see me as your sister or your lover…” Suddenly Jasmine spoke up.
She wanted to sleep, but Sylvan was annoying and noisy.
So, her tone was full of resentment.
“What about being my wife?”
Jasmine laughed, he was really drunk today.
“Is it because I made you feel good tonight that you’ll say anything?” Jasmine asked casually.
She curled up in his arms with her eyes closed.
At the tip of her nose, was his faint scent of agarwood.
Of course, she wouldn’t take a man’s bedside words seriously.
She knew, after three years, Sylvan had always wanted to sleep with her.
It seemed this was the only appeal she had to him.
She didn’t even know what about her attracted him, she had no body, she had nothing.
Maybe… he got tired of eating delicacies.
Sylvan lowered his head and kissed her nose, “What pleasure? You’re like a wild cat.”
But he had to admit, the feelings she gave him were really good.
“Sylvan Cheney, you’ve really ruined the rest of my life, do you know that? I can’t get married now, nobody will want me…”
There was a blurry sadness in Jasmine’s tone.
“Isn’t it good to marry me?”
After a long while, her tone was indifferent and confused: “Do you still want my heart? I could rip it out for you…”
Besides that, she could not figure out the reason for his relentless pursuit.