BXBX NOVEL Chapter 268: How Did You End Up in My Bed?
How much could she possibly hate him? So much so that she’d grab him even in her dreams?
Sylvan Cheney showed a face of helplessness.
He closed his eyes and, with a quick sweep of his long arm, pulled her into his arms.
Jasmine Yale had another dream, and when she woke up drowsily, her face was pressed against the man’s chest.
“Ah…” she shrieked!
Immediately, sleep was nowhere in sight!
Damn it!
“Sylvan Cheney, what are you doing in my bed?!” Jasmine Yale yelled, clutching her comforter and staring at him with wide eyes.
When did he come in? Did he do anything? Why didn’t she feel anything…
Besides, she didn’t hear any noise!
She quickly checked her pajamas, thankfully, they were intact.
On the other hand, Sylvan Cheney was calm and emotionless.
“The couch was too small.”
“You still shouldn’t sleep in my bed. I did not consent to this!”
“Is that not allowed?”
Jasmine Yale was so angry that she was at a loss for words!
What do you mean “is that not allowed”? It is not allowed anyway! He even had the audacity to ask so bluntly!
“Sylvan Cheney, how am I supposed to save face after this? You might not have any shame, but I do!”
“Don’t look at me like that, bastard!” Jasmine Yale cursed.
Her pajamas were thin, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath. She had fallen asleep last night, unaware of what this beast might have done.
“I didn’t do anything to you,” Sylvan Cheney explained, “and even if we consider…”
“Shut up!” Jasmine Yale angrily interrupted him.
She had a pretty good idea of what he was about to say. ‘Even if we consider’ wasn’t it simply, they had already slept together.
“You verbally say no, but your body certainly seemed honest.” Sylvan Cheney glanced at her, “Last night, you wouldn’t let go of my arm.”
“I thought you were Little Chale!”
“I thought you mistook me for another man.”
Sylvan Cheney began to remove his sleeping robe.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a multi-colored glow on the floor.
Jasmine Yale was slightly dazed.
During those three years, she had decided to completely cut off their relationship.
But now, why did they still intersect?
At that moment, Jasmine Yale’s phone rang, and she rushed over to take the call.
“Sister Penny.”
“Jasmine, why haven’t you arrived? There is an interview today at 2 pm, on the twenty-first floor of The World Hotel. Try to get some exclusives!”
“Okay, I’ll get ready right away.”
After hanging up the phone, Jasmine Yale ran to the bathroom.
She quickly changed out of her pajamas, brushed her hair, and washed her face.
Sylvan Cheney was also changing into his shirt and tying his tie.
“Shall I drop you off at your office?” Sylvan Cheney, standing by the bathroom door, asked.
He was half-leaning against the door frame, his tall figure elegantly relaxed. His face was clear, with its striking features covered with an unflappable mellowness.
“No need.”
Jasmine Yale was applying makeup, and calmly refused.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t leave. He just leaned against the doorway, watching her, a delicate chill in his gaze.
The atmosphere… felt like they were an old married couple.
“You were quite frisky in your sleep last night.” Sylvan Cheney narrowed his eyes.
Jasmine Yale’s hand, holding the eyeshadow brush, momentarily froze.
“Mr. Cheney, one shouldn’t be so shameless.”
Sylvan Cheney chuckled, a clear and bright laugh.
“I’ll pick you up in the afternoon, we’ll take care of the paperwork.”
“Oh.”
“Little Chale really likes you. Don’t hurt him again.”
Jasmine Yale turned around coldly, her gaze sharp as a blade: “Do you think I would hurt a child? Do you see me as a wicked witch or an ogre?”
She was already feeling guilty about being with Chale Cheney..