Chapter 76: Chapter 076 What does it mean to respect oneself?
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Jasmine Yale knew that a drunk person’s mind is in disarray.
He is confused, but she cannot afford to be as well.
“Mr. Cheney, get up, I’ll help you change your clothes.” Jasmine Yale could only resort to coaxing and deceiving him.
“Little liar.”
Sylvan Cheney watched her with a smirk, unmoving, his gaze burning bright.
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Jasmine Yale was again unsure – was he really drunk or was it feigned?
“Mr. Cheney… your wife is waiting for you at home.” Jasmine Yale asked tentatively.
“Nonsense.” Sylvan Cheney looked at her.
“It’s true, I’m not lying. She has prepared dinner for you, and is waiting for you to return.”
“She can’t cook.”
“Then please get up. I’m wet and uncomfortable. Let me change my clothes, then I will come back to chat with you.”
Jasmine Yale didn’t dare to move abruptly, fearing that the man on top of her might lose control.
“Will you dare to go on a blind date again in the future?” Sylvan Cheney stared into her eyes intently.
He was very close and his hot breath enveloped her face, carrying the aroma of alcohol and his unique scent of Agarwood Fragrance.
“I won’t dare. I will never go on a blind date again, okay?”
Jasmine Yale had to cajole him like a child.
The Sylvan Cheney now is vastly different from the one who told her to get lost in the morning.
“Little liar.”
Jasmine Yale was speechless. Didn’t he believe anything she said?
How had she become a “liar”?
Sylvan Cheney lowered his head and inhaled the familiar sweet scent from her hair – it reminded him of jasmine and gardenias.
His heart throbbed unsteadily, blood pumping, skin getting hotter.
Leaning forward, he turned his head, intending to kiss her cheek.
Jasmine Yale quickly dodged.
The kiss that Sylvan Cheney intended landed on her hair instead of her. It missed.
Such a reaction of hers made him feel extremely uncomfortable, extremely!
The hand grabbing her wrist tightened, clearly, he was angry.
Jasmine Yale’s eyes became cold, she parted her lips and said: “Mr. Cheney, compose yourself.”
“What do you mean by ‘composing yourself’? Can you teach me?” Sylvan
Cheney looked at her, “When you undressed me three years ago, was that considered ‘composing yourself’?”
“Sylvan Cheney, I knew you weren’t drunk. Can we stop talking about what happened three years ago? I was wrong, is that okay?”
Every time it was mentioned, it felt like her heart had been pierced.
He kept bringing it up, and it made her wonder how she would ever get married in the future?
It took her three years to almost recover from that incident, but he had come back.
“How were you wrong?”
“The mistake was in approaching the wrong person.”
“Jasmine Yale, can you really utter such irresponsible words?”
Jasmine Yale was puzzled. How was she being irresponsible? Wasn’t he the irresponsible one?
He left without saying a word the day after they slept together.
When her child was seven months along, he found out and made her abort the baby.
She knew she was beneath him, but did he have to detest her that much?
“Mr. Cheney, you are drunk. I refuse to argue with a drunk.”
“If you don’t want to argue, then just enjoy it.”
“What?”
Jasmine Yale didn’t understand his words, but the moment Sylvan Cheney’s hands unbuttoned her shirt, she got the meaning!
“Sylvan Cheney, stop.” Jasmine Yale struggled.
He had already unbuttoned the top button on her shirt, ignoring her pleas and started undoing the second button.
Her hands were pinned by him, immobilized.
But her face was already flushed: “Sylvan Cheney, look at who I am, I am not your wife.”
But Sylvan Cheney disregarded her and his long fingers unbuttoned her shirt.
The more she struggled, the more it aroused his desire.
With the top few buttons undone, part of her pale lace bra was exposed.
Sylvan Cheney’s throat bobbed, his body on fire.
Jasmine Yale was both angry and annoyed, regretting her lack of strength compared to Sylvan Cheney..
