Chapter 268: How Did You End Up in My Bed?

How much could she possibly hate him? So much so that she'd grab him even in her dreams?

Sylvan Cheney showed a face of helplessness.

He closed his eyes and, with a quick sweep of his long arm, pulled her into his arms.

Jasmine Yale had another dream, and when she woke up drowsily, her face was pressed against the man's chest.

"Ah..." she shrieked!

Immediately, sleep was nowhere in sight!

Damn it!

"Sylvan Cheney, what are you doing in my bed?!" Jasmine Yale yelled, clutching her comforter and staring at him with wide eyes.

When did he come in? Did he do anything? Why didn't she feel anything...

Besides, she didn't hear any noise!

She quickly checked her pajamas, thankfully, they were intact.

On the other hand, Sylvan Cheney was calm and emotionless.

"The couch was too small."

"You still shouldn't sleep in my bed. I did not consent to this!"

"Is that not allowed?"

Jasmine Yale was so angry that she was at a loss for words!