Chapter 095: Don't Want to Have a Child with Me?

The deep blue tie was ripped open, and he started feverishly unbuttoning his shirt again.

Jasmine Yale, struggling to breathe from his kisses, tried to shift her body.

Only then did Sylvan Cheney let go of her lips, turning his head to plant thorough and meticulous kisses on her snowy white neck.

His slender fingers fumbled with his own shirt's buttons.

In no time at all, all of his buttons were undone.

Under the moonlight, Jasmine saw his wheat-colored skin and sexy abdominal muscles.

Curvatures in Sylvan Cheney's throat moved, his eyes tainted with the fragrance of desire.

He reached out, preparing to take off his black shirt.

"Sylvan Cheney."

Frowning, with a raspy voice, Jasmine called his name.

Looking up from her neck, Sylvan asked, "What?"

"Please take precautions."

Jasmine's face remained devoid of emotion.

She didn't want to get pregnant again. She was naive back then, but not anymore.