But children are innocent, she couldn't bring herself to hate.
Plus, the little one has brought her immense joy, even though he is indeed Sylvan Cheney's son.
Sylvan Cheney didn't answer her question, his gaze resting on her delicate face.
Jasmine Yale put on light makeup, combed her hair, and prepared to leave.
"Wait."
Sylvan Cheney grabbed her wrist, suddenly leaned over and pecked her on the lips, doing so with practiced ease.
After the kiss, he laughed heartily.
"Orange flavored lipstick?"
Jasmine Yale was taken aback, clearly, she hadn't expected Sylvan Cheney would do something like this.
Consequently, she angrily raised her hand to slap him!
However, Sylvan Cheney's reflexes were exceptional.
Before her hand could land, he caught it.
"Sylvan Cheney, you seem to have quite some experience."
Exactly, the lipstick she was wearing today had a sweet orange flavor.
"..." Sylvan Cheney looked innocent, "I don't have any problem with my sense of smell or taste."