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“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.

Her shoulder cooled in the moonlight, Jasmine Yale shivered, instinctively pushing his hand away.

“Sylvan Cheney, I’ve been touched by others, would you still touch me?” Jasmine Yale resisted.

“That’s perfect, won’t you be experienced then?”

Jasmine Yale had forgotten, he was no longer the Sylvan Cheney she knew.

Or rather, she had never seen him clearly.

If he couldn’t clear things up with his own sister-in-law, how could he possibly care about this?

His large hand still tugged forcefully, Jasmine Yale leaned against the steering wheel in refusal.

Sylvan Cheney was annoyed, he yanked hard!

Hiss

She panicked, defending herself, looking embarrassingly disheveled.

The temperature inside the car soared suddenly, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, even every molecule seemed to charged with emotion.

Sylvan Cheney turned his head, his cold lips landing on her neck.

“Boom” Jasmine Yale’s mind exploded.

It was exactly the same as it was three years ago.

Exactly the same.

He moved closer to her, nipping lightly at her collarbone, Jasmine Yale winced in pain.

“Jasmine Yale, tell me, what am I to you…”

Sylvan Cheney’s voice was hoarse, low, and bewitching, his eyes filled with an unreadable meaning.

“A…stranger.”

Sylvan Cheney was displeased, and bit again.

“Ah!” Jasmine Yale cried out in pain.

Was he a dog?

“I’ve taken care of you for twelve years, and this is how you speak to me?” “Twelve years…” Jasmine Yale murmured, “Do you want me to repay you?” “Yes, I’ll teach you what it means to repay kindness.”

As he spoke, Sylvan Cheney lifted his head, cupping her face, and kissed her.

The scent of her, just like before.

Fresh, elegant, and tempting.

And his kiss, dominating, chilling, and irresistible!

“To repay kindness…” These four words circled repeatedly in Jasmine Yale’s mind.

His kiss left a faint taste of tobacco, lingering endlessly on her lips.

At first, Jasmine Yale struggled, but now, she gave up resisting.

That’s right, he had taken care of her for twelve years, without him, she would’ve starved to death on the streets long ago.

So, whatever he wanted to do with her, she should cooperate, strive to cooperate.

If he wanted to abort her child, she had to cooperate; If he wanted to kiss her, she had to cooperate even more; As for if he wanted her, of course, she couldn’t refuse.

Sylvan Cheney was already lost in the passion, oblivious to Jasmine Yale’s reactions.

The kiss became more and more forceful, leaving no room for Jasmine Yale to resist.

His breath was hot, his body ablaze.

“Mmm…” Jasmine Yale winced in pain, furrowing her brow.

She didn’t resist, not one bit.

The temperature inside the car was rising, Sylvan Cheney found the shirt he wore bothersome and reached out to pull his tie..