Chapter 225: It Really Hurts to Death

"These were your words."

With a slightly gloomy tone, Sylvan Cheney's jawline instantly tightened, his eyes deep and contemplative.

"Hmm." Jasmine Yale mumbled a reply in acknowledgment.

She wasn't feeling too bold to defy Sylvan just yet.

Swoosh—

Sylvan slammed the brakes!

The screech of the tires against the pavement echoed loudly.

"Ah!" Jasmine jolted forward, smacking her head against the front passenger seat!

Touching her head, it really hurt. She drew in a sharp breath of cold air.

"Get out of the car!" Sylvan ordered, his eyebrows furrowed coldly, his tone remorseless and icy.

"Did we arrive?" Jasmine asked, confused.

How in the world had she angered him again? Seriously.

Sylvan sat rigidly, the tailored suit clinging to him, making him look even more standoffish.

Jasmine glanced at him, puzzled. Was he angry? And at her?

But she couldn't decipher any emotion from the depths of his eyes.