Chapter 465: Don't You Want Me?

Jasmine Yale couldn't help but scold him a few times.

Truthfully, she didn't dare to reprimand him, but seeing him drunk, she took the liberty to tease him a bit.

After knowing him for fifteen years, she felt utterly dominated by him, hardly able to move.

Only rarely did she get such an opportunity to fight back a bit.

"It's not intentional." Sylvan Cheney wrinkled his brows, feeling quite wronged.

Jasmine Yale sighed, took a wet wipe, and cleaned the bloodstains on his hand.

It was a bit of blood, nothing serious.

"Mr. Cheney, you should find a woman to take care of you, so I won't have to come if you get drunk again," Jasmine Yale said indifferently.

Suddenly, Sylvan Cheney grabbed her hand, his tone filled with hostility and vigilance: "You're leaving?"

"Let go, I didn't say I'm leaving."

Jasmine Yale went to pour him a cup of tea.

She really didn't understand why he had driven Yolanda away for no reason, otherwise she wouldn't have had to take care of him.