Chapter 77: Don’t Act Cute with Me
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Her body was trembling, trembling badly.
How could Sylvan Cheney do this, does he not have a bit of self-awareness as a husband?
Or is it that all rich men are ?
Fickle, scoundrel, beast.
Just as Sylvan Cheney’s fingers touched the last button of her blouse, the phone in his trouser pocket began to vibrate.
Sylvan Cheney frowned and hung up without even looking.
But once he hung up, the other party called again.
Sylvan Cheney continued to hang up.
Yet the other party still persistently called back.
Sylvan Cheney became irritated finally letting Jasmine Yale go, he took out his phone and walked out of the suite.
He didn’t need to look to know who was calling, who else would be brave enough to call him repeatedly apart from Chale Cheney?
He picked up the call, and before the little one could speak, Sylvan Cheney roared: “Chale Cheney, you had better have an emergency!”
The little one was scared to his bones!
His hands trembled, the phone almost slipping out of his hands.
Did Elder Cheney eat gunpowder?
“Dad, why aren’t you back yet?”
“Dad, you yelled at me, you actually yelled at me, wuu wuu… you don’t love me anymore…” Chale Cheney rubbed his eyes.
However, trying as he might, he couldn’t squeeze out a tear.
Elder Cheney was too wicked, he actually yelled at him.
Once again, he confirmed his own thoughts, he must have been a foundling.
That’s right, only a foundling would be treated .
If he were his biological child, Elder Cheney would certainly cherish him like a treasure.
“Feeling wronged now, huh?” Sylvan Cheney was extremely annoyed, that his affairs had been interrupted, he was so angry he wanted to kick someone, “Chale Cheney, stop acting coquettishly with me!”
“Slap”, Chale Cheney hung up the phone in anger.
Elder Cheney actually scolded him, actually scolded him, he was still a child! Humph!
It’s true… he must not be his biological child…
The more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt, Chale Cheney sat on his little bed, pouting, not wanting to speak.
So angry, yet he still had to keep smiling.
Such a father, he would be better off without him.
Chale Cheney felt increasing unhappiness!
Sylvan Cheney was even more annoyed when Chale hung up on him, his face grim.
No one has dared hang up on him before, that kid, gives him an inch and he wants a mile!
Whether it’s big or small, there’s always one he couldn’t deal with!
In the suite, Jasmine Yale fastened her buttons and jumped off the bed.
She opened the door of the suite, Sylvan Cheney was just putting away his phone and preparing to re-enter.
Jasmine Yale glanced at him awkwardly, her eyelashes drooping.
Sylvan Cheney also glanced at her, with his mood spoiled, he had lost all interest.
Taking long strides towards the suite, he no longer cared about Jasmine Yale. Fearing he might change his mind, Jasmine Yale hurried towards the elevator. She hit the elevator button hard a few times, and only then did she manage to catch her breath, slumping against the wall.
Sylvan Cheney entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, even though he had lost his excitement, his body was still aflame.
He stripped off his clothes and turned on the cold water, dousing himself a few times.
The cold water flowed down his chiseled face, under the shower, Sylvan
Cheney stood naked, his abs defined, his figure slender, exuding an irresistible temptation.
The rain outside the hotel continued to fall, mighty and vigorous, the entire city was shrouded in a rainy haze.
Jasmine Yale went outside the hotel, raised her hand, and hailed a taxi.
Thinking back to the near-violation by Sylvan Cheney in the hotel, she felt a faint sense of lingering fear.
In Landon, any woman Mr. Cheney wanted, none would likely escape his grasp.
But with the many women in Landon that wanted to get in his bed, why did he have to pick on her.
She had no breasts, no butt, no figure and no face.
In the twelve years at the Cheney Residence, he never glanced at her!
She confessed her feelings for him, but he didn’t give a damn.
And now, he is married!
Sylvan Cheney, who had taken a shower, walked out. He was sobered up completely and walked over to the window in the suite and lit a cigarette.
The raindrops hit the window, one by one, they gathered, forming lines and trickled down in winding paths..