"It was supposed to be a simple call of his name, but because of the drugs, her voice trembled with seduction."
She was too scared to notice.
But Sylvan Cheney frowned.
He still said nothing, just watched her.
Jasmine Yale felt like crying, bowing her head, not daring to make a sound; she was afraid of him like this.
She wouldn't mind if he scolded her, cursed her, or even hit her; why won't he say anything...
"Mr. Cheney... please don't stay silent..." she pleaded with him, "Curse at me, curse me... any way you like, I won't talk back... curse at me, it'll make me feel better..."
This mess was her doing, and she wouldn't talk back, however he scolded her.
She wouldn't deny it.
Right now, she was suffering intensely; her heart filled with fear, her body burning up, overwhelmed by a mess of sensations.
She thought he'd stay in the hotel for a long time.
She never expected to be caught red-handed by him.
