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Three years ago, when they were at the Cheney Residence, they both adhered strictly to propriety.

Even if she had any thoughts about him, he had none toward her.

Sometimes, they would sit on the couch and if she leaned towards him, he would avoid her in disgust.

But now!

“You know you’re in Cheney’s place, here, I do whatever I want, understand?” Sylvan Cheney’s cold voice echoed overhead, as sharp as ice.

Her deer-like panic stricken eyes met his profound gaze, instinctively dodging and avoiding.

But her wrist was tightly gripped by him, she couldn’t move.

She was held in his arms, fuming with anger.

“Sylvan Cheney, you were not like this before!” Jasmine Yale was furious.

Her watery eyes stared straight at him, filled with annoyance, the deep anger burning in her eyes seemed to set him aflame.

In the past, he had at least been a gentleman, would keep his distance from her, even avoiding any suspicion.

But now…

“I regret.” He was also staring at her, his eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, tightly focusing on his prey.

He tightened his grip on her, pulling her even closer.

The temperature in the living room abruptly elevated, as if the air had become several degrees warmer.

Especially for Sylvan Cheney, his blood ran in a backward flow, as if he were in a desert.

He sealed it all with a kiss.

“Che….”

Jasmine’s face turned pale, pushing him away resistively.

Of course, Sylvan didn’t let her.

Jasmine was like a kitten, with particularly sharp claws! One moment she was grabbing his collar, struggling desperately, and the next she was scratching his neck, leaving several bloody marks.

Stung by the pain, Sylvan Cheney didn’t allow her to resist.

Their tangling caused the room’s temperature to shoot up.

Jasmine, like a small beast, bit and gnawed whimpering, her eyes frantic, filled with furious anger.

He knew she wanted to bite him, but he cunningly dodged her resistance.

Jasmine was livid.

This was still the living room, on the floor! There were even Chaley’s building blocks nearby!

But he didn’t even give her a chance to speak, covering up all that she wanted to say.

When Jasmine thought about how he was married and had treated many women in this way before, her face showed disgust.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t miss the disgust on her face, and he was somewhat angered.

At last, he let her go, looking down at her with icy, bleak eyes from a lofty stance.

“What kind of look is that, hmm?”

His voice was as frosty as ice, hoarse and deathly cold.

“The expression of someone who doesn’t want to sleep with you.” Jasmine retaliated without hesitation.

Her eyes were enveloped in a misty haze, turning red.

Sylvan’s voice was hoarse and frosty, chilled to the bone, like a frigid wind in December, “I’m afraid you don’t have a say in that.”

With that, he lowered his head and kissed her again.

He seemed even more forceful, the movements of his hand aggressive!

Feeling his wrath, Jasmine felt uneasy.

At this rate, she might not survive.

But Sylvan Cheney was absolutely furious, irrationally livid.

“Che… Sylvan Cheney… we… don’t have any relationship…” Her voice was trembling.

Sylvan really disliked her behaving like this, his gestures became even more violent, his face was grim.

Jasmine stopped struggling and screaming, tears started to trickle down her face, dripping onto the back of her hand.

This time, it seemed like Sylvan Cheney had no intention of letting her go.

However, just as his hand was about to touch her clothes, the phone in the living room rang.

The ring was loud, strikingly piercing.

Sylvan stopped his actions, gave Jasmine a furious glance, and stood up from her..