Chapter 258: It's Your Turn to Play

They didn't understand Sylvan Cheney, and they didn't dare guess recklessly.

But deep down, they knew that Sylvan Cheney had feelings for this Jasmine Yale; otherwise, he wouldn't have competed with his own brother.

What's a woman in comparison to a brother? Once that bond is damaged, it can never be repaired.

"It's just a coincidence, stop messing around," Jasmine Yale brushed off casually.

Sylvan Cheney shot her a look.

Jasmine's ingratitude was truly at its peak.

Had she forgotten so quickly all that he had personally taught her?

No wonder she didn't remember that they had once shared a bed, three years ago.

But he remembered vividly what happened between him and Jasmine that night.

Complaining of discomfort even as she drunkenly wrapped her arms around him, she was like a feisty kitten, leaving scratches all over his body.

The memory made his heart flutter.