Chapter 1435: Chapter 1435: Arousing a Man’s Interest
Jasmine Yale has never been the type to probe deeply; she nodded, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
She really wanted to see the pictures of Chale Cheney from his childhood.
Was he tiny and adorable?
Sylvan Cheney looked down, kissed her neck again, then straightened up, preparing to go downstairs.
The mark of a wolf bite still lingered on her neck, faint though it was, the wound still visible.
She switched on a movie channel to watch, her gaze calm, showing no particular emotion, cradling a fluffy toy cat in her arms.
Sylvan Cheney brought her a cup of honey milk, then went to the study to work.
The Cheney Group’s overseas branch has already completed its merger.
Sylvan Cheney lit a cigarette, his deep gaze fixed on the computer screen.
At that moment, the phone vibrated.
Sylvan glanced at it, Jesse Rowan.
"Mr. Cheney, the night is long; care for a drink? East Street Bar, Room 888," Jesse Rowan invited Sylvan Cheney as usual.
"Not going."
"Rejected by Mr. Cheney again," Jesse Rowan spoke with a tone of regret, "But I have something nice in hand, I believe Mr. Cheney would be interested."
With that, Jesse Rowan hung up the call.
East Street Bar.
Jesse Rowan casually opened a bottle of red wine, rolled up his sleeves to the elbows, and slowly poured the wine into the goblet.
"Mr. Rowan, let me do it," a lady in a black spaghetti strap offered her hand eagerly, trying to pour the wine for Jesse Rowan.
"If I didn’t ask you to help, don’t interfere," Jesse glanced at her.
"Yes," the lady lowered her eyes obediently, withdrew her hand, "Then Mr. Rowan, do you want Little Jinny to stay with you tonight..."
"Lately, I’ve lost interest in women," Jesse Rowan said indifferently.
The lady was taken aback.
No interest?
Ever since this Mr. Rowan returned to the country, he was almost every night at bars, taking women to hotels. How could he have lost interest?
The lady stepped behind Jesse Rowan and began massaging his shoulders, "Mr. Rowan, perhaps you’ve grown tired of the old ways, I’ve recently learned a new one, want to try it..."
"Who taught you that?"
The lady paused, blushing, "I learned it by myself."
She leaned towards Jesse Rowan, her spaghetti strap brushing against his shirt.
Being a regular in the nightlife, she knew how to stir a man’s interest.
Among the men who came to the bar, she couldn’t find another as wealthy and handsome as Jesse Rowan.
"Get out," Jesse Rowan said after a sip of red wine, his eyes glowing darkly.
The room light was dim, the air filled with the fragrance of ylang-ylang essential oil.
"Mr. Rowan, are you in a bad mood today, or do you not like Little Jinny anymore?" the lady’s voice choked, "Am I not good enough?"
"I’m bored," he said.
"Mr. Rowan..." the lady widened her eyes in panic, fear written all across her face.
She knew that although Jesse Rowan hadn’t been back in the country for long, he had changed several women by his side, all for the same reason: he was bored.
This kind of man wouldn’t be interested in a woman for long, but she thought she was special, considering Jesse Rowan really enjoyed sleeping with her.
But, he hadn’t come recently.
Probably had switched to a new love.
"Hmm, take this check for half a million, and after tonight, don’t come again," Jesse Rowan took a check from his pocket.
He Jesse Rowan is always generous with women.
That’s why, though he played with many women, not one would trouble him.
Just like this Little Jinny, after being with him for just three or four days, he handed her a check for half a million.