Chapter 633: Chapter 633: Your First Time, Can Only Be Mine
“I’m not one to pry. If you don’t wish to answer, I won’t ask any further,” Jasmine Yale said lightly.
Sylvan Cheney gazed at her for a long while.
Half a beat later, his tone filled with a trace of helplessness and profoundness–
“I just saw my reflection in you.”
This was the beginning of their mutual reliance.
That winter of the year, his mother committed suicide by jumping into a lake.
And that spring, her mother also passed away.
He had immense power and status, yet he was all alone, desolate and lonesome.
Her smile was like a blooming, radiant sunflower, luminous and captivating, like stars, like sunlight.
One semicircle reached out to another, inevitably wanting to get closer, to seek warmth, to rely on each other.
When she gradually grew up, he realized–
Two semicircles had merged into one, unable to bear the pain of separation any longer.
Jasmine Yale stared at him for a few seconds, the corners of her mouth curling into a faint smile.
She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t quite believe him.
“Didn’t you say you were very dissatisfied with me? I want to hear your complaints,” Sylvan Cheney changed the topic.
“Do you plan to address your faults once you hear them?”
“…” Jasmine Yale was exasperated.
“There are too many to count, mainly, you’re unreasonable and irrational,” said Jasmine Yale lightly, “For example, when you threw away my Christmas present, do you remember?”
“Oh, yeah, I remember.”
“Don’t you feel guilty? That was the first Christmas present I’ve ever received.”
“Your first time should only be mine.”
Jasmine’s face turned bright red.
She felt that she couldn’t continue talking with Sylvan Cheney.
Out of irritation, she took away the bowl.
“The noodles are cold now, let’s not eat anymore.”
Frustrated, she took the bowl to the kitchen.
Sylvan Cheney’s mouth twitched: “…”
Jasmine was furious. She was earnestly discussing his faults, and yet it had somehow taken a bizarre turn.
Jasmine left the bowl in the kitchen, dallying for quite a while before returning to the bedroom.
“Mr. Cheney, it’s gotten late, time for bed.” Jasmine sat down in front of the vanity mirror.
She applied a bit of skincare products, then peered into the mirror a couple of times.
The warm, orange light shone on her face, making it look extraordinarily radiant, like a rose.
Sylvan Cheney got out of bed and wheeled himself over to her side.
Just as Jasmine picked up the comb, his large hand overlaid hers, taking the wooden comb from her.
Jasmine’s hand trembled slightly.
He lifted his hand, letting the comb glide through her soft strands of hair.
He was combing her hair for her.
“Mr. Cheney, I can do it myself.”
This was the first time Sylvan Cheney combed her hair. Jasmine Yale’s heart pounded faster and faster, a wild agitation taking over her.
As if it would leap out of her throat.
She couldn’t suppress it.
With his movements, her body temperature gradually rose, her blood surged, and her breathing became somewhat rushed.
“Long hair suits you better.”
He was still bothered by her short hair.
Jasmine looked up, gazing into the mirror.
In the mirror, he was very close to her. Under the light, his eyes were filled with a gentle glow.
Jasmine lowered her gaze, remaining silent.
“Jasy, stay with me, ok?”
This was the second time Sylvan Cheney had said this.
Jasmine was in a trance, not responding to him.
A few seconds later, Sylvan sighed, “You are still judging me, aren’t you? Perhaps you think that a man confined to a wheelchair can’t give you sexual satisfaction?”
“No, don’t think like that.”