Chapter 1421: Chapter 1421: Still Not Easy to Conceive
This man is harmful, always so subtle.
Jasmine Yale was eating the dishes in her bowl, her eyes brimming with tranquility: “I’ve been following you since I was eight, don’t you think you should show so gesture?”
“What kind of gesture do you want? Let’s hear it.”
“Marry .”
“Are you… proposing to ?” Sylvan Cheney’s eyebrows raised slightly, his tone nonchalant.
Jasmine Yale thought about it, it did have that implication.
She was confessing to him and even proposing, shouldn’t these be the things n are supposed to do?
Thinking about this, she couldn’t help but sigh deeply in her heart.
“Who is proposing to you.” Jasmine Yale bowed her head and continued eating. “Marry if you want, I’m not desperate.”
“Uh-huh.”
Jasmine Yale felt annoyed inside, her actions beca sowhat forceful as she bowed her head and shoveled the white rice in her bowl.
Sylvan Cheney’s als at ho were never long, he usually left right after eating.
Today was no exception, after the al, he grabbed his coat and walked out of the Cheney Residence.
Jasmine Yale sat alone on the balcony, zoning out with a ball of yarn in her hands.
“Miss Yale, would you like to go out for a walk this afternoon?” Butler Santana brought her so tea.
“No, I’m having my period, I don’t feel like moving,” Jasmine Yale looked pitifully at Butler Santana, clutching the yarn tightly.
“In that case, I’ll make you a cup of brown sugar tea, and get you a hot water bottle. Mr. Cheney said you have a delicate constitution, especially vulnerable in winter, he specifically instructed to take good care of you.”
“Thank you, Butler Santana.”
Jasmine Yale discovered she was having her period only after going to the restroom after the al.
She felt a bit dazed.
During this trip to Landon, she and Sylvan Cheney had been intimate every night, except for the first. Sylvan was always very careful otherwise.
Even if he got carried away, he would regain his senses at the last mont.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head, her fingers gently winding the yarn around her hands, her eyes misty as if shrouded by the lingering white mist after rain, unable to disperse or fade away.
She knew her constitution was weak, although she had recuperated, it still wasn’t easy to get pregnant.
She had held onto a glimr of hope, but today it beca clear, life isn’t full of surprises.
“Miss Yale, here.”
Butler Santana ca upstairs again, handing her the hot water bottle, and brought another cup of brown sugar tea.
Jasmine Yale took it and placed the hot water bottle on her lap.
Warm sunshine poured in, filling her with a lazy warmth.
“The scarf can be finished today, Butler Santana, could you please mail it for ?”
“Sure, to Lonton, right?”
“Yes, to Lonton, I’ll write down the address for you.”
Chale Cheney’s birthday was just a few days away.
She rembered that date very clearly.
“Miss Yale, I’ll also send so snacks for the young master as a token of my goodwill, I know his birthday is coming.”
“Alright.”
Jasmine Yale looked down and continued knitting the scarf, almost done.
She also made so cookies for Chale, handmade by her.
When they were at Blue Bay Manor, she used to make breakfast and snacks for Chale every day, the little guy loved it.
She also wrote a birthday card for Little Chale, waiting to send it together.
The hot water bottle and the sunshine were both warm, Jasmine Yale hooked the yarn, and specially knitted a cute little fox on the bottom of the scarf.
“Miss Yale, you are really skillful, this little fox is truly adorable.”
“Little Chale will definitely love it, he often talks about his Little Ali.” ntioning Chale Cheney, Jasmine Yale’s eyes curved into a smile, “I didn’t know how to knit scarves before.”
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