Chapter 776: Chapter 776: Giving You Three More Days
After a fervid lovemaking, Sylvan Cheney refrained from pestering her any further. He sat on the edge of the bed lighting a cigarette, the glow of the ember flickering on and off.
His spine was upright in an unmoving line. The warm-toned wall light cast a glow on him, accentuating the stern and deep demeanor on his well-defined face.
Jasmine Yale couldn’t sleep. She hugged her knees, sitting motionless on the bed.
Her face was still flushed.
Sylvan Cheney was an ardent lover in bed. Earlier… she had been brought to tears by his ardor.
Even now, dewdrops glistened on her long lashes.
Her teary, wide eyes were full of mist.
Her hair was disheveled on her shoulders, showing how much she had been ravished; a pitiful sight.
She recalled him biting her earlobe at the peak of their passion, whispering her nickname: “Jasy… I love you…”
“Jasy, call my name.”
At first, she couldn’t bring herself to respond, so he became even more intense in his attentions.
With no alternative, she managed to say his name, “Sylvan”.
He seemed satisfied, but his actions did not abate; instead, he became more demanding: “Jasy, call me…husband…hmm?”
She refused, so he tormented her incessantly.
Jasmine Yale’s voice had become hoarse from crying. She had no choice but to comply, catering to his every whim.
When she called him “husband”… it delighted him even more.
As if he was a hungry wolf, he was making up for all the days he had been denied.
Jasmine Yale was crying inconsolably; dealing with an intoxicated man truly felt unreasonable.
Now, she was hugging her knees again, her eyes dazed and at a loss.
The contraceptives she bought last time were still in her bag, which was in the study room.
“Why are you so quiet?” asked Sylvan Cheney as he took a puff of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out leisurely.
At this moment, he felt utterly relaxed.
He was also somewhat sobered up from the intoxication.
“What… should I say…” Jasmine Yale managed to whisper hoarsely, her head lowered in weakness.
“Having shared the bed, and called me ‘husband’, aren’t you planning on being with me? Hmm?”
Jasmine Yale remained silent.
“Do you need more time to consider?”
Back turned to her, Sylvan Cheney’s voice carried an intimidating authority and an irrefutable depth.
“You’re drunk.” Jasmine Yale finally responded, her voice maintaining a forced calm, “Go take a shower. The servants made sobering tea in the kitchen.”
“Jasmine Yale, I’m giving you three more days to decide.”
Having said that, Sylvan Cheney stood up, vaguely snuffing out the cigarette, and headed for the bathroom.
His towering figure disappeared from Jasmine Yale’s sight.
Soon, the sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.
With her knees held close, her body was burning hot, her gaze fixed on the distant wall.
Suddenly she remembered the contraceptives and abruptly jumped off the bed.
Her feet were weak, her hair was a mess.
Leaning on the wall, her fingers were trembling, and she cursed Sylvan Cheney.
She hurriedly made her way to the study room, her steps agitated on the carpet floor.
She only took a single pill.
With shaking hands, she poured another pill out of the bottle.
Although the doctor told her it was improbable she could get pregnant, she only felt safe after taking the pill.
Without any water, she took the pill in a rush.
Scared that Sylvan Cheney would find out, she quickly hid the contraceptive pills back in her bag.
She always carried these pills with her.
Soon after hastily taking the pill, she rushed back to the bedroom.
Fortunately, Sylvan Cheney was still in the shower and had not heard any movement.
Jasmine Yale’s heart was pounding unstoppably. She poured herself a glass of water, and only after that did she sit by the edge of the bed, cup in hand.