Chapter 1575: Chapter 1575 Sylvan Cheney kisses her, patient enough
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Sylvan Cheney was wearing a loose black robe, the neckline slightly open, revealing a stretch of sun-kissed skin. His abs faintly showed, exuding a wild and sensual allure.
His low, husky voice drifted into Jasmine Yale’s ears, making her cheeks lightly flush.
"Do you like being dominated by me?" Jasmine stared at his chin, swallowing involuntarily with little dignity.
She was also only wearing a silver satin nightgown. Moments earlier, Sylvan had given it a slight tug, and the ties had loosened.
"Depends on how you do it." Sylvan’s lips carried an enticing curve.
"Hmm..." Jasmine couldn’t help but press closer to his chest.
His embrace was warm, captivating.
It always came with a breath of irresistible allure.
She snuggled intimately against him, kindness and passion flowing between them.
His hand rested on her waist, then began to wander after a while.
"Not again..." Jasmine wriggled uncomfortably and murmured in a small voice, "We just did it."
"Not again?" His hand tightened slightly, his hot breath landing on her face.
"..." Jasmine thought that, at times, this man could be really infuriating.
Swayed halfheartedly, she complied with Sylvan’s wishes.
Her semi-dry hair fell gently, tender and enchanting.
Sylvan kissed her patiently, savoring the moment.
The atmosphere in the bedroom was soon saturated with seductive energy; the surrounding temperature rose abruptly.
When it came to this, the man was like an insatiable wolf, always leaving Jasmine completely spent.
She wearily accommodated him, her eyes filled with soft and lingering affection.
The lighting in the bedroom was a gentle hue, adding a touch of warmth to Sylvan’s rugged features.
It was a long time before Sylvan finally let her go.
Jasmine clung to his waist, drained of energy.
"I just took a bath; now I’ll need to take another." Jasmine teased softly, her voice gentle and coaxing.
"So how about next time it’s directly in the bathroom?"
"No." Jasmine rubbed against his chest. "I’m too tired to move. You’ll carry me there, right? And dry my hair for me afterward, okay?"
"Okay."
Sylvan picked Jasmine up from the table and carried her toward the bathroom.
She sat in the bathtub, her jet-black hair cascading down, accentuating her porcelain skin.
Perhaps due to sheer exhaustion, Jasmine fell asleep right in the tub, not even waiting for him to dry her hair.
Sylvan bathed her, dressed her, and dried her hair.
Maybe being pampered felt too comfortable; Jasmine slept soundly throughout the entire process.
Sylvan carefully chose a thicker, plush pajama set for her before tucking her back into bed.
Jasmine looked serene as she slept, perfectly still.
Her long lashes hung low, casting a fan-shaped shadow beneath her eyes.
Sylvan leaned down and kissed her face a couple of times.
It wasn’t too late yet, so after soothing Jasmine to sleep, he took his laptop and worked for a while.
The night was deep, and a faint white mist began to gather outside the window.
Moonlight filtered through the clouds, landing softly on the thick curtains.
The light was hazy, the warmth enveloping.
...
Three days later, once Jasmine finished her medication, Sylvan booked a doctor’s appointment and took her to the hospital.
The weather was beautiful, the sunlight on their faces carrying a hint of early spring.
After breakfast, Jasmine played with Riceball on the grass.
Jasmine wore a cobalt-blue sweater, her black hair cascading over her shoulder.
She squatted on the grass, her small hands tirelessly stroking Riceball’s fluffy head. Riceball would occasionally nudge Jasmine with its head, making her giggle uncontrollably.
"Alright, enough fooling around. Jasy is heading out soon." Jasmine patted it lovingly. "Be good and eat your food."
Riceball, understanding her intent, circled around her affectionately.