Three years ago, when they were at the Cheney Residence, they both adhered strictly to propriety.
Even if she had any thoughts about him, he had none toward her.
Sometimes, they would sit on the couch and if she leaned towards him, he would avoid her in disgust.
But now!
"You know you're in Cheney's place, here, I do whatever I want, understand?" Sylvan Cheney's cold voice echoed overhead, as sharp as ice.
Her deer-like panic stricken eyes met his profound gaze, instinctively dodging and avoiding.
But her wrist was tightly gripped by him, she couldn't move.
She was held in his arms, fuming with anger.
"Sylvan Cheney, you were not like this before!" Jasmine Yale was furious.
Her watery eyes stared straight at him, filled with annoyance, the deep anger burning in her eyes seemed to set him aflame.
In the past, he had at least been a gentleman, would keep his distance from her, even avoiding any suspicion.
But now...
