Chapter 775: Chapter 775: Not with Another Woman
The scent of Sylvan Cheney filled her nostrils.
As soon as Jasmine Yale laid her eyes on him, she saw his slightly intoxicated look, and his deep eyes filled with desire.
Little Chaley is still here, how could he do this!
Jasmine Yale didn’t dare to make a noise, she reached out from the quilt to grab his collar.
Her warm hand touched his icy neck, subconsciously shrinking back, then she dug her nails into him.
Sylvan felt the pain, his brows furrowed, his gaze fell on her face, then he let her go.
“Have you been drinking?” Jasmine Yale asked in a low voice.
She smelled, on him, a heavy scent of red wine, along with a hint of perfume.
“Mmm.” Sylvan didn’t deny it.
“Little Chaley is still here, you should leave first.”
“No way.” Sylvan’s tone was dominant.
Obviously, he was not willing to let her go.
Knowing that the little guy was there, he pulled back the quilt and lifted Jasmine out of it.
Jasmine Yale did not dare to make a noise, hurriedly wrapping her arms around his neck.
Once they were in the first-floor bedroom, he put her on the large bed.
The bed was covered in velvet blankets, and Jasmine’s delicate skin on it felt silky smooth.
Sylvan closed the door and undid his tie.
“Sylvan, I don’t want to…”
Late at night, the rain outside was still pouring. He dragged her out of bed, just for this?
Sylvan furrowed his brows, not speaking, his eyes were full of intense emotion, like deep well water, unfathomable.
A passionate kiss fell, delivered wave after wave, like the rain outside the window.
A chill came from Jasmine’s body, so cold, as if cool wind was blowing.
Sylvan did not turn on the light, there was only faint light from the window.
The dim light was blurry and unclear.
Jasmine hugged her body, shivering.
“Sylvan, could you not…I’m not ready yet…” she pleaded softly.
She realized that Sylvan was somewhat out of control.
He had drunk a lot of wine tonight.
“It’s not the first time, what do you need to prepare for.” Sylvan was not satisfied.
His body was burning hot, his blood surging.
He was excessively fond of the scent on Jasmine, it was a fragrance that belonged solely to her, he yearned intensely to leave his mark on her.
He braced himself and kissed her forcefully.
As his body lowered, she smelled the strong fragrance on him, like jasmine flowers.
“Your body smells strongly of perfume.” She stated outright.
“I wasn’t with any other woman.”
There was impatience in Sylvan’s eye as he undid his shirt buttons.
In the darkness, Jasmine heard the clinking of metal as his belt was undone.
“Mr. Cheney, I will spend the night with you, but can you let me go home tomorrow…” Jasmine pleaded.
“Say it again.” Burning desire was evident in Sylvan’s eyes.
“I want to go back.” Her weak voice echoed in the air, lackluster.
“Does keeping you here make you feel wronged? Is it because I’m treating you bad, or because I don’t love you enough? Hmm?” Sylvan was agitated, “I told you not to mention ‘going back’, have you been ignoring what I said?”
Jasmine was scared by his tone.
He was always when he got angry, he didn’t know how to control his force.
“Jasy, behave.” His rough hand stroked her face.
In the dark night, his voice was rich, like the sound of a cello, as pleasing to the ear as ever.
“Hmmm…” Jasmine frowned, slowly closing her eyes.
However, her heart was like a piece of duckweed floating on a bay, unsettled.
The backrest was a white velvet blanket, soft and warm.