Chapter 2517: Who Is Little Clementine’s Dad

Jasmine Yale’s heart trembled, and it felt as if it was about to leap out of her throat.

Anger and humiliation surged together in her heart, choking in her throat, she was so furious that she trembled, almost unable to speak a word.

Unbearable pain and grief spread throughout her limbs and bones, even her blood seemed to have stopped flowing.

Jasmine Yale desperately tried to dodge, but her wrist was pinned down tightly by Sylvan Cheney, her back leaning against the door, unable to move.

In the darkness, he sought her lips, trying to kiss her.

But Jasmine Yale turned her face away, avoiding him.

After evading several times, Sylvan Cheney grew impatient, drunkenly kissing her, densely showering kisses on her neck.

Jasmine Yale’s evening dress was strapless, as Sylvan Cheney’s scorching kisses landed, her whole body trembled violently.

"Sylvan Cheney, let me go, don’t touch me, do you know that this makes me very disgusted, can’t we part amicably? Don’t touch me, don’t kiss me, I feel nauseated."

It’s unclear which word or phrase triggered Sylvan Cheney, he kissed her even more fiercely, forcefully!

Feeling the lingering heat on her neck, Jasmine Yale struggled even harder.

"Are you only satisfied if you ruin me? Why do you have to treat me like this? You have everything, a marriage, children, a future. I’m just desperately seeking a job, seeking the capital to survive, why do you still want to do this to me, is it revenge? Revenge for what, what do I have that compares to you..."

"Jasmine Yale!" Sylvan Cheney, exhausted from kissing, leaned on her shoulder, breathing heavily, his breath falling on her ear, "Disgusted? And you? What’s your relationship with Will Caddel? Are you really just colleagues? It used to be Yukon Carbon, now it’s Will Caddel, you insist on working beside young men, isn’t this the thought behind it?"

"You’re crazy, I don’t want to say another word to you. I’m telling you Sylvan Cheney, who I work with or sleep with has nothing to do with you, nothing! Yes, I slept with Yukon Carbon, and with Will Caddel, and I don’t even know who Little Clementine’s father is! Sylvan Cheney, does that make you feel better? Huh?"

"Jasmine Yale, you lunatic!"

Sylvan Cheney pressed his entire body against her, raising his large hands, a ripping sound...

"If I truly go mad one day, it’ll be because you drove me crazy. Why do you have to come find me? Why? Erin Janus is pregnant and can’t satisfy you anymore, is that it? Sylvan Cheney."

"Heh." He coldly chuckled, his scorching breath falling between her neck.

He finally found her lips, his large hand gripping her chin, fiercely kissing her lips in the dark.

Lips collided, sparks flying.

The surrounding air was filled with countless powdery smells, the temperature rising, even the breaths were filled with enchanting and lingering scents.

Jasmine Yale bit him.

"Hiss..." Sylvan Cheney winced in pain, pressing her chin down, kissing her in a way that prevented her from biting.

Jasmine Yale’s chin ached from his grip, as she found no help from heaven or earth.

She wanted to speak, but couldn’t utter a single word.

Her heart was caught in her throat, pounding wildly and swiftly.

She bit him, but he evaded, until the tumultuous and lingering kiss ended, she never bit him again.

Sylvan Cheney’s alcohol fumes seeped into her nose.

Jasmine Yale struggled in disgust, until she had no strength left, tears flowed out.

Cold, salty tears fell onto Sylvan Cheney’s hand, but he had no intention of letting her go, his hand falling onto her dress!

"Sylvan Cheney, let me go, please... why do you have to do this..."