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When she was eighteen and close to taking her college entrance exams, there were still many questions she couldn’t solve.

Jasmine Yale was very anxious…

That night, she found herself staring blankly at a maths problem once again.

Just so happened, Sylvan Cheney was free that evening and came home early.

In a misguided impulse, she grabbed her math paper and rushed into Sylvan Cheney’s bedroom.

In her eyes, Sylvan Cheney was capable of anything and everything.

With a twist of her hand, she opened his bedroom door.

Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, she knew that he was home, so she entered.

But, but…

How was she to know that Sylvan Cheney never closed the door when he bathed!

Pervert! He never closes the door!

Lifting her head, her mind went blank!

She was just as immobile as glue on the sole of a shoe!

In the midst of the white mist, he was showering with his eyes closed as the water poured down from his head.

The water streamed down his sexy abs and muscular figure.

For the first time, Jasmine saw Sylvan Cheney without his clothes on.

This man’s physique was far better than she had imagined.

His skin was healthy, back straight, and his body emitted a man’s wildness and steadiness.

Her gaze inevitably slid down…

And unavoidably, she saw a part she shouldn’t have seen.

Her heart pounded unrelentingly, faster and faster. The rhythm was like the moment in a fifty-meter sprint.

Just as she swallowed…

Sylvan Cheney quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist!

“Had enough? Then scram!”

He turned his head, casting a sideways glance at her, his face was stern, his voice colder than ice!

Jasmine stumbled, realizing what she had done. She held her math paper and ran!

She dashed from the second floor to the third, not even daring to take a breath!

Oh my god, what did she just see?!

No, no, no, it can’t be true, it’s not real!

Her heart was still racing, it just wouldn’t stop.

She clutched her chest, her face flushing like a cooked lobster.

She could swear, she really didn’t mean to, she’s not that perverted.

Also, how was she supposed to know he doesn’t shut the door when he showers???

She can’t be blamed, she can’t be expected to know!

Can’t blame her, can’t blame her, can’t blame her…

Jasmine repeatedly muttered under her breath, her expression embarrassed.

But why does the scene of him showering keep flashing in her mind! It just keeps flashing!

She opened the window—

And deeply inhaled.

The cool wind blew in, she was freaking out.

Later, she couldn’t dare to look at Sylvan Cheney straight in the eyes for many days, hiding from him whenever she saw him, like a guilty rabbit running away!

On the contrary, it looked like Sylvan Cheney had forgotten about the incident, as he never mentioned it.

It took her a whole month before she dared to face Sylvan Cheney.

She snapped out of her recollections, and found Sylvan, looking at her with a smirk.

“Could you perhaps go and have your shower somewhere else? I don’t have any men’s shower products here.” Jasmine’s face turned slightly unnatural.

She thought he had long forgotten about the old incident.

“I can manage.”

“Mr. Cheney, don’t you think that’s humiliating?”

“Humiliating what?”

“This is my rented place!”

“What I need are not these superficial things.” Sylvan was looking at her.

“Then you go shower, I will go stay at a hotel.”

“Stupid woman.” Sylvan closed the bathroom door, hard. He looked unhappy.

“…” Jasmine was confused.

This grumpy old man.

He wasn’t with his wife and son at home, so why did he run over here? To feel the thrill of having an extramarital affair?!

She heard old men like that kind of thing, hehehe…

Jasmine packed her bags, prepared to go stay at a hotel.

“You don’t have to leave, I’ll go soon..”