Chapter 1619: Chapter 1619: The Young Man’s Stamina Is Astonishing
Once back at the Cheney Residence, Jasmine Yale made a cup of hot tea for Sylvan Cheney and sat with him on the sofa in the living room.
Sylvan Cheney opened his laptop and casually checked his email.
Jasmine Yale also opened her tablet and asked Sylvan Cheney for help with a few things she didn’t understand.
Sylvan Cheney was very patient. Whenever she humbly asked for advice, he would answer her questions earnestly.
Jasmine Yale sat close to him, almost head-to-head with him, and Sylvan Cheney did not mind.
Jasmine Yale pointed at the project proposal and laughed, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll leak this information by showing it to me? You know, if I sold this to your competitors, I’d make a fortune.”
“I think my charm outweighs money, don’t you think? Hmm?” Sylvan Cheney raised an eyebrow, looking at her.
Jasmine Yale laughed more heartily and suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a few kisses against his lips.
Her cheeks flushed, “I think so too.”
She could do without anything, but not him.
Sylvan Cheney, kissed by her like that, felt the suppressed fire surge up.
He put down the tablet, grasped her waist with one hand, and flipped her onto the sofa.
With his large hands cupping her face, he placed a deep, hot kiss on her lips, reclaiming the dominant position.
In the air, ambiguous elements lingered.
Jasmine Yale’s clothes were quickly tossed onto the floor, mingled with his, in a chaotic heap.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, her arms wrapped around his waist.
At first, there was some strength, but gradually, she let him do whatever he wanted.
Her hairband loosened, and her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, creating a striking visual impact.
Sylvan Cheney pressed her down on the sofa once.
Not completely satisfied, he carried her to the bathroom.
Jasmine Yale leaned against the edge of the bath, too exhausted to lift her hand, practically letting him have his way.
The lights spun in a dizzying haze.
The young man’s stamina was astonishing; despite having woken up so early, gone to the company, took her to the airport, and driven for so long, he could still exhaust her thoroughly.
Yet, she had to admit, she was growing more accustomed to his kisses, his body, everything about him.
When affection reached its peak, he couldn’t help but kiss her, all his defenses breaking down in front of her.
“Do you like it?” he bit her earlobe.
“Mmm…”
If he didn’t have to head to the Cheney Family later, he likely wouldn’t have let her go.
After the bathroom, he dressed her and carefully wiped the water droplets from her head with a dry towel.
Jasmine Yale, with her eyelids drooping, nestled against his chest, too tired to lift a hand, “I want to take a nap…”
“Alright, don’t catch a cold. If you need anything, call Butler Santana. I have to go to the Cheney Family now.” He patiently dried her hair, “I’ll blow-dry your hair before I leave.”
“Okay…” Jasmine Yale yawned.
Sylvan Cheney couldn’t help but kiss her face softly at her lazy appearance.
Jasmine Yale giggled and squirmed, “No more kissing.”
“It’s not enough.”
She had been away from him for more than a year, and even if he kissed her day and night, it wouldn’t be enough.
“No more, no more…” Jasmine Yale protested playfully, “Finish blow-drying my hair, and then I’ll sleep.”
“Alright.” Only then did Sylvan Cheney stop kissing her, lifting her hair with his fingers and blow-drying it.
Before her hair dried, Jasmine Yale had already fallen asleep.
Her fair, sweet face was tinged with a light blush, like a peach blossom, graceful and beautiful.
Sylvan Cheney had always been very patient with her, waiting until her hair was dry, then tucking her in with the blanket.