Sylvan Cheney's cold eyes met her fiery red ones, creating a splash of sparks.
Jasmine Yale, afraid of falling, tightly clutched his shirt.
When he encountered her, Sylvan Cheney felt as if he were stranded in the desert.
Finally, Jasmine, exerting her strength, bit him hard.
She glared at him fervently.
Feeling the pain, Sylvan released her, his hand weighing heavily on her shoulder.
"Sylvan Cheney, you're an absolute bastard. You're nothing!" Jasmine hissed, her gaze blazing.
"Bastard? I am not even gone for 60 hours, and you are already hooking up with Joe Heath, huh?"
Sylvan Cheney wiped the trail of blood from the corner of his mouth and lifted her chin.
This wild cat really had teeth.
"Sylvan Cheney, what's wrong with that? He's not married, nor am I. What's the problem? At the very least, I'm not the third party."
"Your skill in seducing men is impressive," Sylvan sneered, "you even dared to make a move on Joe Heath."
