Chapter 2522: Kissing Her Neck, Kissing Her Hard

Sylvan Cheney acted as if he heard nothing, continuously kissing her.

The night easily gives people illusions and courage; things that can’t be done in the day can be done at night, especially for someone who’s had a drink.

Sylvan Cheney kissed Jasmine Yale like this, kissing her hard but not going any deeper.

When he got tired of kissing, he leaned on her shoulder, panting, his lips resting against her neck.

And so it went, over and over.

"Your makeup is too heavy today, I’m getting lipstick and powder all over my face... Young girls using such heavy makeup, what’s the point? It doesn’t even look that good. And the lipstick, it has a bad taste. Did you buy some cheap lipstick? Don’t save money here, lipstick is something you end up ingesting, don’t skimp..." Sylvan Cheney rambled on softly, "The perfume smells nice, is it cherry blossom? I’ve never seen you use it before... it suits you..."

Jasmine Yale leaned indifferently against the door, her eyes calm and unruffled, in the darkness, only the sound could be heard, none of his expressions could be seen.

Likewise, only the night knew her expression.

For reasons unknown, she replied faintly, "My lipstick is quite expensive, I’m willing to spend money on myself and my daughter. You think it smells bad only because Erin Janus uses good lipstick, so mine seems cheap to you. As for the perfume, I bought it on my business trip to Jopon in April, of course, you haven’t seen it before. Sylvan Cheney, if you’re sick, get treated, don’t wait until it’s too late to regret it!"

"How old is your daughter now? Is she cute? Is she beautiful? Is she smiling now? You’ve always wanted a daughter, and now you have your wish... So, you’re much happier than I am..."

"Erin Janus will also give you a daughter, a mixed-race one, cuter and more beautiful. Once you have kids, you’ll live properly, not like now, still looking for women outside."

"I just flew back from Sinkapore this afternoon, didn’t have lunch, just drank tonight, and surprisingly, I don’t feel hungry or want to eat anything." Sylvan Cheney rested his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes, "The food on planes is terrible, I never eat it. Sometimes I can’t even stomach food in UT, I don’t even know what I like to eat anymore, everything tastes bland..."

"Let go of your hand," Jasmine Yale freed a hand to try and pry his fingers away.

But his fingers seemed glued to her waist, refusing to budge no matter how hard Jasmine Yale tried to force them away.

As she pried, he pinned her body down, kissing her neck, kissing fiercely.

"Sylvan Cheney, get out! Get out!" Jasmine Yale lost patience and started to erupt.

She raised her hand, scratching at his face, his neck, his hand, anywhere she could reach!

As she struggled, Sylvan Cheney felt his blood surging even more, the blood in his whole body boiling, as if he was about to explode.

The man was filled with a dangerous aura.

Jasmine Yale sensed the change in his body, scratching him even harder.

Unknowingly, she must have hit a sensitive spot, making him grunt, finally loosening his grip.

Jasmine Yale bent down, groping in the dark for her dress, and also found her phone and room card.

While Sylvan Cheney was still in a daze, she quickly pushed him away, opened the door, and ran outside.

She practically clutched her dress, jogging all the way to the suite’s bathroom.

It was a quiet corridor, dimly lit, silent and serene.

She might as well be thankful that most people were still at the party, leaving the corridor empty.