Jasmine Yale's heart trembled, and it felt as if it was about to leap out of her throat.
Anger and humiliation surged together in her heart, choking in her throat, she was so furious that she trembled, almost unable to speak a word.
Unbearable pain and grief spread throughout her limbs and bones, even her blood seemed to have stopped flowing.
Jasmine Yale desperately tried to dodge, but her wrist was pinned down tightly by Sylvan Cheney, her back leaning against the door, unable to move.
In the darkness, he sought her lips, trying to kiss her.
But Jasmine Yale turned her face away, avoiding him.
After evading several times, Sylvan Cheney grew impatient, drunkenly kissing her, densely showering kisses on her neck.
Jasmine Yale's evening dress was strapless, as Sylvan Cheney's scorching kisses landed, her whole body trembled violently.
