Chapter 1120: Chapter 1120: How Can You Be So Shameless Chapter 1120: Chapter 1120: How Can You Be So Shameless Jasmine Yale stepped on the carpet, struggling to control her rapidly beating heart and the emotions that spread from it.

Her heart was almost leaping out of her throat.

In the darkness, she couldn’t see the person who had arrived, but amid the strong alcohol odor, she faintly made out the familiar scent of Agarwood Fragrance.

The scent on him was too familiar to her, so familiar it reached its peak, familiar for sixteen years.

Because of this familiarity, Jasmine’s fingers trembled, her long eyelashes fluttering intensely in the dark.

His hand, somewhat rough, gently stroked her cheek.

This kiss never stopped.

He didn’t let her go, so she couldn’t pull away.

Sylvan Cheney was tall, and Jasmine Yale was never his match.

Jasmine Yale was kissed to the point of suffocation, uncomfortably tilting her head back, her fingers constantly moving.

The hallway was too dark; she couldn’t see his expression, she didn’t even know why he had come…

Why had he come?

His breathing and the scent on him told her that he was Sylvan Cheney.

Jasmine’s eyelashes trembled, her eyelids flickering non-stop, her legs slightly weak.

Sylvan Cheney supported her waist, only then releasing her lips and letting go of her hand.

He made no further moves, just propped himself against the wall, encircling her in his arms.

Jasmine raised her right hand and slapped him across the face.

Sylvan didn’t dodge.

With a “smack,” Jasmine hit with all her might, as if using all the strength she could muster.

The apartment was so dark, he totally could have moved out of the way, but he didn’t dodge; he never did.

However, Jasmine didn’t have the strength to slap him a second time.

Her fingers trembled, her heart thumped violently, her blood flowed backwards, her mind still in a state of bewilderment.

Pain radiated from the palm of her hand, each finger linked to the heart, the sharp pain hitting her heart directly.

The man in front of her made no further encroaching moves, just kept her circled in his arms.

He didn’t let her turn on the light, and she couldn’t reach the switch.

In the pitch-black darkness, she breathed rapidly, her lips trembling.

Held in Sylvan Cheney’s arms, she pounded his chest with her fists, pushing him forcefully.

But the more she pushed him, the tighter he hugged her, making her struggles seem futile in his eyes.

“Get out, just get out!”

Jasmine yelled out, her voice choked with a sob.

His coat was ice-cold, the heater in the room wasn’t on, and touching his clothes felt harsh against her hands.

Sylvan stayed silent, just holding her, lowering his head to kiss her hair and brows.

Those meticulous kisses were like a continual spring rain, yet bore endless tenderness, like pear blossoms in March falling onto lake waters, gently and softly prolonged.

Jasmine grabbed his clothes, beating his chest with her fists: “Get out, how can you be so shameless, just get out…”

Jasmine Yale was not one to quarrel, especially not with Sylvan Cheney.

In the past, their biggest disagreements ended with her being angry or running away from home, at most she would refuse to come down to eat, unwilling to see him.

She had never really quarreled with him face-to-face.

She generally disliked quarreling with anyone, always at a disadvantage in such situations.

Although Sylvan Cheney had a temper, he maintained basic gentlemanly demeanor and disdained quarreling with a girl like her.

Just as now, he still didn’t argue with her.

“How could you come to Cakago? Do you think I’m easy to bully? What do you take me for? Sylvan Cheney, do you have no shame?” Jasmine questioned continuously, her voice trembling.

As she beat Sylvan Cheney’s chest, tears welled in her eyes but did not fall.