No matter how Jasmine Yale shouted herself hoarse, Sylvan Cheney's actions did not stop.
His large hands roamed over her snow-white skin, his movements rampant.
"Jasmine Yale, do you not know your own abilities? Leave the financial circle, leave Will Caddel, and I promise I won't come looking for you again."
"Sylvan Cheney, I don't believe a word you say. You don't even keep the promises you make when you're sober, let alone when you're drunk. Only a fool would be deceived by you... No, I am a fool," Jasmine's voice suddenly lowered, filled with sadness and longing, "How many times have you lied to me... I don't even know... Why am I so foolish, being deceived by you over and over again and still believing you... Now it's great, I have finally stopped believing you. I won't believe a word you say."
The cocktail dress fell to the ground.
Her body felt very cold.
Her heart seemed even colder.
Sylvan Cheney's touch on her made her feel utterly sick.
