Chapter 1152: Chapter 1152: Jasmine Yale, Will It Ever End?

Jasmine Yale’s eyes reflected confusion, and her tone was filled with sarcasm.

In this world, if Sylvan Cheney demanded her life, she would not resist.

“Jasmine Yale, don’t provoke me,” Sylvan Cheney said coldly, looking at her.

Jasmine Yale bowed her head, her fingers caressing his quilt, feeling an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

From beginning to end, she had been utterly alone, loneliness to the extreme.

“Go to sleep early, I’ll have someone send you away tomorrow,” Sylvan maintained a detached demeanor yet was very firm.

“I’m not leaving, my trip here wasn’t easy, you didn’t tell me the truth,” Jasmine was stubborn as well.

“Suit yourself, if you don’t leave, I won’t let you out of the Cheney Residence. Choose one of the two options yourself.”

“Why are you like this?” Jasmine widened her eyes.

When it came to tactics, she was never a match for Sylvan Cheney.

“You’ve known me since day one, does my behavior surprise you?” Sylvan seemed to think his attitude was only to be expected.

He looked at Jasmine Yale, her complexion still pale, her eyes bloodshot seemingly wishing she could devour him.

Jasmine Yale threw off the quilt and prepared to jump out of bed, tossing aside the hot water bottle in her hand.

Sylvan’s eyes narrowed sharply, he strode forward, forcefully pressed down on her shoulders, and flung her back into the bed.

“Behave yourself.”

Jasmine was not willing to, she struggled hard.

He held her down, and she pushed him.

However, she was no match for his strength, and he firmly pinned her down.

He leaned over, his entire body pressing on hers, slightly out of breath.

“Jasmine Yale, you really are not behaving. Do I need to discipline you?”

He moved closer to her, his body exuding a crisp, refined scent, fresh and light, mixed with a hint of tobacco.

Jasmine Yale was pinned down on the bed, her back against the soft sheets, her hair messy and spread out.

He was only a few inches away from her, his hot breath falling on her face, her eyes reflected momentary panic.

“I will not leave,” she repeated.

“Whatever you want, if you don’t leave, stay a few days at the Cheney Residence with me, I’m actually quite happy with that.”

“What do you take me for? Meet when you want, kick away when you don’t, come to Cakago when you’re bored, and send me away when you’re not, right?”

Sylvan freed one hand, patted her face, but didn’t answer her.

But he did not get off her either, holding her down so she couldn’t move, a fiery glint in his eyes.

“Say something,” Jasmine Yale disliked this silence.

Their eyes met, but she couldn’t discern the expression in his eyes.

“Go take a hot bath, there are clothes in the house.”

“Someone told me my dad isn’t dead, just in your hands, I know he must be worse than dead.”

“Jasmine Yale, enough is enough, okay?”

“You know… I wanted a home, a family, happiness… but you never made it easy for me… I know my words have little weight, but could you let me see my dad?”

“Jasmine Yale, stop testing my patience, I’ll tell you one more time, Hadley Ximenez is dead.”

“I don’t believe you, I don’t believe you,”

Jasmine Yale’s emotions became somewhat uncontrollable, almost hysterical.

Sylvan Cheney frowned deeply, clearly reluctant to deal with Jasmine any further.

He straightened his clothes, got off her, and left the bedroom.

The air still carried his scent, Jasmine Yale’s hands tightly clutched the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

The bedroom was warm, but her heart was cold.

Looking up, the light from the crystal lamp fell on her face, soft and quiet.