Chapter 2674: Wrapping Her Arms Around His Waist, Trying to Devour His Lips

Unsure if it’s the effect of the medication, Sylvan Cheney’s mind gradually calms down as he closes his eyes, leaning back in his seat.

In a daze, he actually falls asleep.

Almost like usual, as soon as he falls asleep, he starts dreaming.

Various dreams pass through his mind like a movie, continuously moving like a carousel, fragmented scenes one after another.

"Who’s telling you to climb the tree, come down! If I catch you again, stay up there and don’t come down!" In the dream, he stands under a sycamore tree in the yard, scolding the little girl up on the tree.

The little girl fearfully clings to the branch, trembling legs, daring not come down.

Later, he uses a ladder to bring her down.

"This is your final exam score? Ninth last?" Another scene flashes, he sits on the sofa at home, reprimanding the silent girl with her head down, "What do you normally do in class? Hm?"

"Ninth is already good... no one helps me with homework." She retorts.

"Not ninth, ninth last!"

"I know, it’s ninth last." She continues to retort.

He’s so angry with her that he’s speechless, tearing up her grade report.

She runs upstairs indignantly and refuses to speak to him again.

Later, the scene jumps to summer, she wears a beautiful white dress, gleefully looking at him, "Is my dress pretty? Hehe, it’s new."

He gazes at her for a long time, from head to toe, especially lingering on her white dress.

Finally, he softly utters, "Mm."

She’s thrilled as can be, that day she stays by his side, making him watch TV with her and teach her summer homework.

These dreams, without trace, are sometimes incomplete fragments, sometimes surprisingly complete.

In a daze, Sylvan even dreams of this girl drunk, running into his room, wrapping around his waist, trying to nibble his lips.

At first, he resists, but not for long, and presses her onto the bed.

Initially, she’s nibbling his lips, soon he takes charge, kissing her so she can’t escape, leaving large swaths of kiss marks.

He loses control more and more, taking the lead the whole time, the disparity in strength, the girl is not his match.

Such a situation, few men could resist. Then, he takes her, the girl grimaces in pain.

It is at this moment, Sylvan suddenly wakes up inside the car.

Outside, rain still pours heavily, he rubs his forehead, wondering why he had such a vivid dream.

He hasn’t had such a dream in a long time, recently his dreams have been plain and dull... Moreover, the girl in the dream resembles Jasmine Yale to the extreme.

Sylvan’s sharply-defined face hidden in darkness, a deep, unspoken light in his eyes.

Is it because it has been long since he’s been with a woman? Even his dreams seem so vivid.

He sneers, the corner of his lips curling into a faintly cold curve.

In the car, Sylvan’s hands are icy, without warmth, his heart beats weakly without any tension.

He closes his eyes, listening to the rain outside the window, forcing himself to stay awake.

These erratic dreams make his whole being uncomfortable because the girl in the dream resembles Jasmine Yale very much.

In the wilderness, the black Maybach stands like a solitary creature, motionless, letting the rain drench it all night.

The autumn rain descends unceasingly throughout the night.