They didn't understand Sylvan Cheney, and they didn't dare guess recklessly.
But deep down, they knew that Sylvan Cheney had feelings for this Jasmine Yale; otherwise, he wouldn't have competed with his own brother.
What's a woman in comparison to a brother? Once that bond is damaged, it can never be repaired.
"It's just a coincidence, stop messing around," Jasmine Yale brushed off casually.
Sylvan Cheney shot her a look.
Jasmine's ingratitude was truly at its peak.
Had she forgotten so quickly all that he had personally taught her?
No wonder she didn't remember that they had once shared a bed, three years ago.
But he remembered vividly what happened between him and Jasmine that night.
Complaining of discomfort even as she drunkenly wrapped her arms around him, she was like a feisty kitten, leaving scratches all over his body.
The memory made his heart flutter.
