Chapter 173: Contact Three Years Ago

Just as Jasmine Yale was about to leave, the sound of water stopped.

The bathroom door opened, and Sylvan Cheney, wrapped in a bath towel, stood in the doorway, blocking her path.

Water still dripped from his body, trickling down his broad and muscular abs, his features sharply defined and profound.

This man, from top to bottom, exuded a wild, unrestricted, mature and enticing vibe.

"Ex-excuse me, Mr. Cheney." Jasmine Yale faltered nervously.

She wanted to leave.

"Running away after using me?"

Sylvan's deep gaze fell upon her.

Jasmine felt uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze, caught in a quandary.

The suite's door... was still open.

"Ha ha, how could I possibly use you, Mr. Cheney... I wouldn't dare do such a thing... I... ah..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Sylvan reached out, pulling her into the steam-filled bathroom. The bathroom was foggy, and the porcelain tiled walls were wet and cold.