But, Sylvan Cheney was a good drinker, he wouldn't be drunk!
Embarassment was apparent on Hans Colin's face, he laughed, "Jasmine, you're married, congratulations, congratulations."
Moreover, it seemed her husband was extraordinarily wealthy.
As a businessman himself, a glance at the watch on Sylvan's wrist told him that this man certainly had a lot more money than him.
"It's not..." Jasmine Yale attempted to explain.
"Jasy and I are leaving, do you have anything else to attend to?"
Sylvan's voice was low and firm, carrying an order and warning that cannot be defied, cutting off Jasmine's words effortlessly.
"No, no." Hans Colin quickly said.
"Good if there is not."
Sylvan lowered his body, his eyes full of warning.
Jasmine's heart beat furiously, as if it would jump out of her chest.
Obviously, Sylvan was drunk!
His warm breath tangled around her neck, leaving her feeling shivery and tingly, as she bit her lip tightly.
"Ate enough?"
