YM778.TV Chapter 112 - 112: That Night, It Was Her First Time
“Mistake? It’s over just because I made a mistake?”
Sylvan Cheney was very dissatisfied with her attitude, his expression particularly grim.
“So what are you suggesting? Mr. Cheney, you didn’t lose anything, did you? You talk as if I’ve taken advantage of you, that was my first time,” Jasmine Yale’s voice lowered.
That evening was her first time.
So initially, it was excruciatingly painful.
Although she was drunk, the feeling was agonizing.
“Damn it!” Sylvan Cheney cursed under his breath, his icy gaze fixed on her face.
Who said she got the short end of the stick?
Jasmine Yale was upset, “Are you cursing me?”
II II
Jasmine Yale was angry, and with great indignation, attempted to sit up from the bed.
He cursed at her! He actually did curse her!
In the past, in her eyes, he was an unapproachable man, deep, elegant, and mature.
Now everything he represented collapsed completely!
He was no longer the man she knew!
He had actually cursed her!
“…” Sylvan Cheney was momentarily at a loss for words.
Her sad little puppy eyes, it instantly reminded him of someone he knew.
Just as he thought of it, his phone in his pocket started vibrating.
He let Jasmine go, took out his phone, and glanced at it.
Walking onto the balcony, Sylvan Cheney answered the call.
“Dad, where are you?” The little guy’s voice sounded extremely aggrieved, on the verge of crying.
“You’re still awake?”
“Daddy, don’t lock me in the house anymore, I’m gonna get sick.”
“Stop talking nonsense.”
“Dad, I want to see Jasy, let me meet her, wuwu…”
“You ran away from kindergarten last time, and I haven’t settled the score with you yet.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong. Dad, you’re too fierce!”
“You’re still not admitting your mistake?”
“No!” The little guy responded stubbornly.
For some reason, Sylvan Cheney subconsciously glanced into the room.
They were both so stubborn!
Chale Cheney lay on the bed, holding the home phone, twisting the phone cord with his little hands.
“If you don’t admit to your mistake, then you continue to reflect on it.”
“No, no… Dad, you’re so mean. I gave you Jasy’s contact information. Why would you do this to me… I have in fact betrayed Jasy… If she finds out, she’s gonna get angry…”
“Did I ask you to give it to me?”
“How could you do this, wuwu, how can you! I want a new dad, I don’t want you anymore…”
Chale Cheney is extremely unhappy! Extremely!
It was too outrageous!
A tad little upset, Chale just hung up on Sylvan Cheney’s call.
Sylvan Cheney notes of frustration turning into an icy restraint while holding onto the disconnected phone.
After the call ended, Sylvan Cheney walked back into the room from the balcony.
He took off his suit jacket and casually hung it up in Jasmine Yale’s closet.
Jasmine Yale glared at him, “What are you taking off your clothes for?”
“To sleep.”
“And where are you intending to sleep???”
“Of course, in bed, unless… am I supposed to be sleeping on top of you?”
Having said that, Sylvan Cheney rolled up his shirt sleeves, indicating he was about to wash his face.
Jasmine Yale reddened in embarrassment, muttering curses under her breath.
“Don’t you have your own home? Your wife and son are waiting for you at home, but instead, you’re here making my life miserable?”
Jasmine Yale spoke furiously near the bathroom door.
Sylvan Cheney turned on the faucet, the gushing water drowning out the tense atmosphere.
With no intention to speak, he washed his face.
“Sylvan Cheney, I’m talking to you.”
“Shut up!”
Sylvan Cheney lifted his head, giving her a cold glance.
“Me…”
Sylvan Cheney quickly finished washing his face seeing that she had no intention of leaving.
His lips curved into a smirk “I’m about to take a bath, are you intending on joining?”
With that comment, Jasmine Yale blushed uncontrollably, while certain not so distant memories pranced around her mind.
Just like that year when she was eighteen..