Chapter 1458: Chapter 1458: Teased to the Point of No Return
The stairwell was dimly lit, and she rubbed her forehead, whispering, “I’m sorry.”
Sylvan Cheney didn’t turn around, his tall figure pausing as he said, “If there’s nothing wrong, there’s no need to apologize to me.”
Jasmine Yale was taken aback for a moment, rubbing her forehead with her small hand, hiding behind him.
The familiar scent of Agarwood Fragrance lingered from his body, wafting to her nose.
He didn’t move, and she didn’t dare to.
“How long do you plan to stand behind me, hm?” Sylvan Cheney spoke.
“Are you still angry?”
“What do you think?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hide things from you, nor did I mean to interfere with the company’s affairs, sorry.” At this moment, she was somewhat afraid of him.
“As I said, there’s nothing wrong, no need to apologize to me.”
There was a trace of annoyance in Sylvan Cheney’s tone as he strode away from the stairs towards the living room.
Jasmine Yale followed closely behind him – had his anger dissipated? Was he no longer blaming her?
She noticed a new handbag on the couch.
Had he not forgotten to buy her a gift?
A glint shone in Jasmine Yale’s eyes, but she dared not overstep, simply following behind Sylvan Cheney.
Although the man was dressed casually, his presence remained imposing.
“Would you like some oranges? I’ll peel them for you,” Jasmine Yale offered, trying to please.
Sylvan Cheney sat on the couch, giving her a meaningful glance.
“Still not willing to forgive me?” Jasmine Yale walked towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her whole body against his.
She deliberately rubbed against him, her small hand reaching for his belt.
Her small face looked pitiable, with traces of watery eyes like the incessant, desolate rain outside the window.
Sylvan Cheney’s brow furrowed, as his sharp gaze turned towards her.
In his pupils, her figure was the only thing left.
Jasmine Yale was practically straddling him, in a posture that was exceedingly seductive.
“I won’t interfere with your matters in the future, it’s my fault this time,” Jasmine Yale continued to apologize, her voice tender, “Please forgive me, okay…?”
Sylvan Cheney watched her intently.
She looked back at him.
Their eyes met; Sylvan Cheney felt a tightness in his throat as a burning sensation rapidly rose within him.
Seeing that he was moved, she dared to take the next step.
Her slender, fair fingers lifted to undo the metal buckle on his belt.
She was not heavy, sitting on Sylvan Cheney like a doll.
Sylvan Cheney caught her fidgeting hand: “Will it never happen again?”
Jasmine Yale quickly nodded her head: “It won’t, it won’t…”
“Why didn’t you eat lunch.”
“I…” Jasmine Yale’s eyes flickered, realizing Butler Santana must have told him, “It won’t happen again…”
There was still a trace of unresolved turbulence in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes.
Jasmine Yale hurriedly hooked his neck, gnawing and kissing his lips.
Her movements were clumsy, and she shifted uncomfortably at the waist.
Different from the morning, this time, Sylvan Cheney caught her small head and dominated the kiss, pressing his lips against hers fiercely.
Jasmine Yale’s breath was unsteady, her chest heaving.
This kiss was long and lingering.
But beyond that, he didn’t make a move.
Jasmine Yale was tantalized, squirming with discomfort on his body: “Husband… can you stop being angry…”
Her fluffy little head burrowed into his chest, her hot breath spraying on his neck.
“Don’t be angry anymore, it won’t happen again. From now on, I won’t do anything to upset you.”