Chapter 114: Man, how can you say it's fast?

Sylvan Cheney heard her tidying up things outside.

Jasmine Yale put down her bag, unceremoniously, "Then fine, please hurry up, Mr. Cheney!"

"A man, can't be rushed."

"!!!" Jasmine was going crazy! She pulled at her hair exasperatedly!

When did Sylvan Cheney learn to make risque jokes?

In her mind, he had always been very serious.

At least, he was incredibly serious three years ago.

Even when she climbed into his bed that time, she was the one who had initiated.

Of course, he could've been pretending too.

At ten forty-five, Sylvan Cheney walked out from the bathroom.

He was already dressed neatly, with a refined aura about him, calm expression, and towering frame.

"I'm leaving." He picked up his suit.

"Yeah." Jasmine didn't look up.

Sylvan Cheney's gaze lingered on her for a few seconds.

Then he turned around and left.

Only when the door closed did Jasmine Yale raise her head.

His scent lingered in the air, and somehow, Jasmine felt a sourness in her nose.