"I've been with so many men, how could I possibly remember every one of them?"
Jasmine Yale knew, Sylvan Cheney was a germaphobe.
By saying this, she was certain he wouldn't pester her.
But, she was wrong.
Sylvan Cheney gripped her chin, his face dark, his eyes held an unreadable meaning: "What did you say?"
"..." Jasmine Yale bit her lip, refusing to speak again.
"Jasmine Yale, I'm giving you one more chance. Tell me, how many men have you been with?"
Jasmine Yale turned her head, refusing to speak again.
What did he take her for?
If she said she had been with many men, would he believe it?
They had lived under the same roof for twelve years, yet he didn't even know what kind of person she was.
Ridiculous.
Jasmine Yale grit her teeth, resolute in her silence.
Sylvan Cheney despised this aspect of Jasmine Yale, he felt frustrated, his face displeased, his eyes dark. He tugged forcefully at her nightgown.
