Chapter 1092: The Feeling of Being a Father

The kiss lasted a long time.

After he'd had enough, he let her go, pressing his hands on her shoulders to keep her in place.

Jasmine Yale looked up, her eyes red and swollen, and cursed softly, "You never change."

Sylvan Cheney: "..."

After speaking, Jasmine Yale shook off his hand and walked back to the bedroom on the carpet.

With a "bang," she closed the bedroom door.

Jasmine Yale sat angrily on the bed, hugging her knees and sitting on the soft blanket, with an erratic shimmer in her eyes.

In front of her was a white wall, her gaze drifted to it, silent.

Her lips carried his scent, Agarwood Fragrance mixed with tobacco.

Jasmine Yale broke into a sweat, her heart still raced when he kissed her.

Her mind was a mess, the more she thought, the more confused she became.

Jasmine Yale simply stopped thinking, took off her sweater, and pulled up the covers.

Sylvan Cheney hadn't gone anywhere, he was standing on the balcony smoking.