Jasmine Yale's shoulders trembled intensely.
She vehemently rejected doing that kind of thing with him, from both a physical and emotional standpoint.
Despair was deeply etched in Jasmine's eyes, along with endless gloom.
"Jasy, your body is more honest than your mouth."
"Sylvan Cheney, I don't want this, stop pressuring me..." She cried.
She seriously did not want to do it at all.
Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the pillow.
"Jasmine Yale, are you telling me you would be in bed with another man if I hadn't come back?"
He stared at her pale face.
Indeed, he wanted to strangle her to death.
"Bringing a man home late at night, I must say I'm quite surprised by you."
"Think whatever you want, all I can say is, I'm just unlucky." Jasmine Yale said, expressionless.
Unlucky indeed, as he had just happened to return home.
If he had taken just one more step later, she would have had nothing more to do with him.
