"Do you really wish I slept with another woman?" Sylvan Cheney looked at her, his gaze intense.
In the corner, where the lights were dim, he saw a girl like a little kitten huddled to one side, pitiful and tearful as if pear blossoms drenched by rain.
Her pleading manner made him want to press her beneath him and torment her a bit.
"..." Jasmine Yale kept silent, biting her lip.
"Speak."
"..." Jasmine Yale hung her head, not daring to look at him.
"You won't speak, will you?"
Sylvan Cheney took a step forward, almost pinning her against the wall.
"You, you also want me to have a child with Mr. Carbon," Jasmine Yale defended in a whisper, her voice as quiet as a mosquito's.
Sylvan Cheney's face darkened, choked up with emotion.
At a time like this, she still tried to argue with him.
He didn't know exactly what news she had come across, but she wouldn't have drugged him for no reason.
