How could she not recognize that voice.
Jasmine Yale struggled desperately, trying to pull her arm away, but he pressed down hard, lifting her arm and pinning it firmly against the door.
The delicate and slender Jasmine Yale was no match for him.
His chest pressed down, his face inching closer to hers, in the darkness, his heavy breathing mingling with an aura Jasmine couldn't quite grasp.
Jasmine turned her face away, avoiding his touch.
In the darkness, she frowned deeply, her expression full of disdain.
"Jasmine Yale, I told you to stay away from Will Caddel. Are you ignoring my words?" Sylvan Cheney's low roar echoed in her ear.
The suite was too quiet, dark and heavy.
It was this extreme silence that amplified Sylvan Cheney's voice countless times.
Jasmine's heart trembled, nearly leaping out of her throat.
Anger and embarrassment surged simultaneously, clogging her throat; she trembled with fury, almost unable to speak a word.
