Chapter 449: Chapter 449: Slapping Sylvan Cheney

His childhood sweetheart, the one he had loved since they were kids.

“Stay out of her matters!” Sylvan Cheney frowned, he didn’t like how much Jasmine Yale was asking.

“Hmpf.” Jasmine Yale snorted coldly.

She put her empty cup on the table, turning away indifferently.

“I’m going to sleep now, Mr. Cheney, would you kindly leave?”

“I’m staying here tonight.”

Sylvan Cheney took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack, and cleaned up the food that Jasmine Yale had left behind.

Jasmine Yale was instantly enraged, jumping up from the bed.

“Are you out of your mind!”

Sylvan Cheney didn’t reply, silently loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, his face was still as cold and indifferent as always.

He went to the bathroom and started to clean up, ignoring Jasmine Yale’s indifference and questions.

Jasmine Yale was really exasperated.

She was sincerely dumbfounded by Sylvan Cheney.

Not long after, he came out of the shower, clad in a dark grey robe.

Seeing Jasmine Yale lying on her side with her eyes tightly closed, Sylvan Cheney patted her leg.

“Go take a shower.”

He leaned in, his warm breath tickling Jasmine Yale’s ear.

Jasmine Yale wasn’t asleep, she sat up on the bed, raised her hand, and slapped Sylvan Cheney!

Sylvan Cheney didn’t dodge, taking the slap squarely.

A loud “smack” sounded in the quiet room.

Jasmine Yale was stupefied.

Her hand, slightly trembling.

Even her long eyelashes were shaking.

With his reflexes, he could’ve dodged that slap, but he didn’t.

She didn’t know where she found the courage to slap him.

In Landon, it was only him doing the hitting, not the other way around.

Fear and unease flashed through her eyes, she felt a sense of dread.

She was scared and wanted to back away.

There was a handprint visible on Sylvan Cheney’s face but he grabbed her hand, pinned her down to the bed, keeping her from moving an inch!

“Feeling better now? Huh?”

He leaned against her, putting pressure that left Jasmine Yale nowhere to escape.

The unique masculine scent, that belonged to only him, filled the air, prompting Jasmine Yale to avoid it fearfully.

Sylvan Cheney, pressing against her, landed a precise kiss on her lips.

Her fever had just subsided, making her lips slightly pale.

He fixed her by the chin, leaving her no room to avoid, and deepened the kiss.

Jasmine Yale was already weak, and the imbalance of strength was so great that she quickly turned out to be at the losing end.

This kiss, brought with it an indescribable dominance and possessiveness.

Breaths intertwined, scents in chaos.

The air between Jasmine Yale was filled with Sylvan Cheney’s scent.

This time, she was completely awake, absolutely awake, knowing what he was doing.

But the disparity in strength between men and women was too great, she was completely at his mercy.

Sylvan Cheney kissed her intently, with a touch of ruthlessness, showing no sign of letting up.

Jasmine Yale’s body went limp, her hands, her legs were pinned down hard by him!

She tried to bite Sylvan Cheney, but he had already gotten used to her tricks and gave her no chance to take a shot.

This raging kiss was like a violent sandstorm outside!

Wild! Unrestrained! Overwhelming!

Moreover, there was a trend of it escalating!

Sylvan Cheney had no intention of letting Jasmine Yale go, his kisses seeking her unique scent.

This scent that had accompanied him for twelve years, he couldn’t be more familiar with.

The more familiar it was, the more he wanted to monopolize it, the more he dreaded losing it.

An ambiguous perfume filled the air, it was full of ambiguity.

Jasmine Yale was so breathless from his kisses that she felt as if she was suffocating.