BXBX NOVEL Chapter 122 - 122: Learning to Protect Oneself
A moment later, she lowers her head, daring not look at him.
Sylvan Cheney scoffs, so she claimed that she would go as far as to kill or set fires, with this level of guts.
“Mr. Cheney, Lana Fern is your aunt-in-law,” she says uneasily.
Sylvan Cheney lets out another scornful laugh and says nothing.
Jasmine Yale feels terribly awkward.
She rubs her fingers together, pretending to take a sip of her milk tea in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.
How did she end up living under the same roof with such a boring man for twelve years??
Twelve years!
How did she not suffocate from boredom!
“Mr. Cheney, um, please drop me off at the intersection near my house, thank you.”
Sylvan Cheney turns to look at her.
Jasmine Yale is startled, did she say something wrong again?
Shouldn’t be…
“What flavour is the milk tea,” Sylvan Cheney asks in an indifferent tone.
“Huh?” Jasmine Yale is taken aback, then smiles, “It’s red bean flavoured, hehe, it’s quite delicious.”
“Red bean?”
“Um…” Jasmine Yale looks at his sceptical look and feels a bit creeped out.
She definitely isn’t lying about this!
Sylvan Cheney turns his head, and before Jasmine Yale can react, he leans over and holds down her shoulder.
Just as Jasmine Yale gasps in surprise-
His cool lips land on her tender red lips.
He unconsciously licks her lips with his tongue.
“Plop”, the milk tea falls from Jasmine Yale’s hand to the ground, her heart palpitates uncontrollably.
In an instant, her mind goes astray, her heart skips a beat.
“Hmm, you didn’t lie to me this time.” Sylvan Cheney releases her with satisfaction, his lips curling into a smirk.
His hand releases its hold and he settles back into his original position.
Jasmine Yale’s brain seems to have crashed, her cheeks flushed and burning down her neck.
Her heart almost jumps out of her throat.
She sneaks a glance at Sylvan Cheney, who appears as if nothing had happened, focusing his serene and composed eyes forward, with a calm and profound look.
She curses him in her mind hundreds of times.
How could he sit there so nonchalantly???
Force of habit?
Her cheeks are burning hot, yet he appears unfazed.
It’s almost like she is the one who is… being passionate.
Just then, Sylvan Cheney’s phone rings, easing some of Jasmine’s embarrassment.
He picks up, “Charles Mcintosh.”
“Mr. Cheney, the person in charge of that plot of land from last time has come to discuss, are you coming over?”
Jasmine Yale can’t make out what they’re discussing, it seems to be a business matter.
Sylvan Cheney has a long talk with Charles Mcintosh, she can’t understand a word they’re saying.
Sunlight streams in from the window, casting a soft glow on Sylvan’s cheek.
She turns her head and is greeted by his charming side profile, all serious and engrossed in his work.
Sylvan Cheney is composed, serious, solemn at this moment.
A far cry from his demeanor just moments ago.
If not for his faint scent of tobacco still lingering on her lips, she would really suspect that she just had an illusion!
As Sylvan Cheney discusses business matters with Charles Mcintosh over the phone, she also lowers her head to play with her phone.
There’s still a long way before she arrives home, she starts to browse her social media circles.
Just then, she sees that Peyenne Jones, that girl, has shared a post about preventing sexual harassment.
She chuckles, prevent sexual harassment? From Lincoln Lamar?
After reading the post, she finds it quite useful and shares it on her own social media, adding a caption: Practical! Girls need to learn to protect themselves!
Peyenne Jones immediately comments: Yes, especially for someone like you who has got looks and curves.
Jasmine Yale: Screw off.
Peyenne Jones: Rolling in the sheets?
Jasmine Yale: You’ve gone bad.
Peyenne Jones: You don’t like the naughty me?
Jasmine Yale ends up giggling as she flirts back and forth with Peyenne Jones.
Sylvan’s forehead furrows as he glances at her..