Chapter 1075: Chapter 1075: It’s Not Like I’ve Never Been Scolded by Him Chapter 1075: Chapter 1075: It’s Not Like I’ve Never Been Scolded by Him Her small claws clutched tightly onto his trench coat, not loosening their grip until he placed her on the passenger seat.

Sylvan Cheney bent down and patiently peeled her fingers away, one by one.

His movements were very gentle.

“Mmm,” Jasmine Yale smacked her lips, refusing to let go, then grabbed onto his clothes again and kept burrowing her head into his chest.

Sylvan Cheney was helpless.

She truly treated his embrace as if it were her nest, warm and cozy, not wanting to leave it at all.

Sylvan Cheney had no choice but to hold her and go to the back seat of the car, letting her lean on him to sleep.

There was a tired pallor under her eyes, dark circles forming.

No wonder, she had classes during the day, worked a part-time job in the evenings, and continued working on weekends without giving herself a moment to breathe.

Sylvan Cheney’s slender fingers stroked her face, from her hair down to her cheeks.

Jasmine was very quiet and didn’t fuss.

Like a child without a sense of security, unwilling to let go no matter what.

Sylvan Cheney lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead.

The moist, warm kiss was long and lingering, moving from her forehead to her eyes, and then to her lips.

“Mm…” Jasmine Yale let out a soft moan.

Sylvan Cheney held her in his arms, his warm palm rested on her lower abdomen, gently warming it.

She looked so well-behaved while sleeping, quiet and peaceful, with rosy cheeks.

Sylvan Cheney maintained the same position without moving.

“I like you…”

Suddenly, Jasmine Yale said a sentence in her sleep.

“Hmm?” Sylvan Cheney frowned.

“Like…” Jasmine smacked her tongue and then fell silent again.

Who did she like? Did she like him? Or Chale Cheney? Or was it Sweet Kitty?

Outside the window, the night was deep and bright with lights.

In the city center, people were coming and going, the crowds never ending.

Sylvan Cheney just held Jasmine Yale like this, she didn’t wake, and he didn’t move, maintaining the same position until daylight.

Jasmine Yale was really too exhausted; she slept all the way until past seven in the morning.

The sun had already shone through the car window.

She was the first to wake up.

That’s when she realized she had been sleeping in Sylvan Cheney’s arms the whole time, with his coat also draped over her.

Her initially neat clothes had been crumpled by her.

And… it seemed she had stained them with her period.

Jasmine Yale was mortified and quickly hid his coat away.

At that moment, Sylvan Cheney woke up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked groggily as he opened his eyes, not knowing when he had fallen asleep.

Jasmine hid his coat behind her back, “I, um, I’m sorry… I accidentally fell asleep.”

“You’ve been sleeping since the movie, all the way until now,” said Sylvan Cheney, helpless.

“I, I didn’t mean to; I was just too tired.”

“Why are you stammering?”

“Um, about your clothes… I… I’ll wash them for you…”
Sylvan Cheney understood immediately, the corners of his mouth curving in a resigned smile.

A deep voice filled the confined space–
“When have I ever been petty with you?”

“Your clothes are pretty expensive, I was afraid you’d… scold me,” Jasmine said, looking down, “I can’t afford to compensate you.”

She had been scolded by him before; he never went easy on her.

“When have I ever scolded you over these things? Huh? In your eyes, am I that cruel?” Sylvan Cheney’s deep and bright eyes fixedly gazed at her.

“Not cruel per se, it’s just that sometimes you’re unpredictable, unpredictable, you know?”

Just like now, he was all kindness and warmth to her, but who could tell if he might turn cold the next second?