In the bedroom, Jasmine Yale was shivering under the covers, too terrified to breathe loudly.
Sylvan Cheney strode forward, reaching out to pull back her blanket, his cold gaze landing on her.
Feeling a chill, Jasmine Yale curled up into a ball, not daring to look at him.
She was prepared to be scolded by him, keeping silent with her head lowered.
"Do you want to stay?" he asked indifferently.
Jasmine nodded.
"Jasmine Yale, I didn't know you had the audacity to be this shameless."
She lifted her head, her eyes watery as they met his furious face, her expression defiant as if she feared nothing.
Perhaps, in his entire life, he had only ever indulged her.
Anyone who angered him never ended well, but she was an exception.
From childhood, she had infuriated him countless times.
"I've only ever been shameless with you," Jasmine said discontentedly, sitting on his large bed like a doll.
"You've got some nerve, learning to threaten me now."
