Sylvan Cheney pressed down her chopsticks, "The nutrition is unbalanced, be careful the child might turn out stupid."
"The child’s dad is stupid, very stupid, what can I do?" Jasmine Yale shrugged helplessly, unable to outmatch Sylvan Cheney, she reluctantly ate the cabbage.
Sylvan Cheney frowned slightly, unsure why he disliked hearing anything about her deceased husband from her lips.
"You’re so smart, why did you marry an idiot?" Sylvan Cheney asked suddenly.
"Because he treated well, though he was stupid, he treated well. Isn’t that enough?"
"You married him just because he was good to you? How casual." Sylvan Cheney looked full of disdain.
Fortunately, her husband had already passed away.
"Have you thought about remarrying?" Sylvan Cheney pondered for a while and then asked.
"I haven’t thought about it, but if I were to remarry, I’d look for a reliable, ambitious, sowhat ordinary man, soone who can give and the baby a sense of security. Too handso is a no-go, no sense of security, and might even cause trouble now and then, with won always hugging him and holding him, I’d get jealous."
"..." Sylvan Cheney paused and slowly asked, "Do you... have feelings for ?"
"Hmm? No feelings."
"No feelings? If you have no feelings, why are you trying to snatch ? Hmm?"
"It’s fun, snatching you and then dumping you feels very satisfying." Jasmine Yale smiled at him heartlessly, an ambiguous gleam in her eyes.
"Jasmine Yale! Don’t push too far!" Sylvan Cheney yelled at her without much grace, seemingly provoked to anger.
Uh... Jasmine Yale looked at him innocently.
How did she bully him?
Would she dare to bully him?
She had no choice but to flatteringly offer him a piece of chicken, "This is delicious, try it, the at is tender and chewy."
The bright white light filled the hospital room, the thick curtains drawn, outside the wind was gusty, but inside it was as warm as spring.
She sat across from him, feeling a sense of stability and warmth she never had before.
Sotis, she would squint her eyes to look at him, to see if there were any changes.
Upon close examination, she found no changes, everything was still the sa.
The Blue Demoness beside the table emitted wafts of fragrance, the most enchanting color in the entire ward, seductive and lively.
"What are you looking at," Sylvan Cheney lifted his head and their eyes t.
Jasmine Yale quickly withdrew her gaze, smiling, "Looking at you."
"Nice to look at?"
"Quite alright."
"What do you an by ’quite alright’?"
"’Quite alright’ ans... I can’t see clearly."
"Oh? Can’t see clearly?" Sylvan Cheney suddenly stood up.
With just one big step forward, he leaned over, pressing down on her neck, his face... almost touching hers.
So close, within reach.
Jasmine Yale was stunned, clearly not expecting him to get so close, his warm large hand still pressing down on her neck.
The warmth spread from the skin of her neck, the tingling sensation quickly spread all over her body, she blushed embarrassingly, her heart fluttering.
His low, sexy voice sounded, "Now, can you see clearly?"
As his voice resonated, his warm breath brushed against Jasmine Yale’s face.
Jasmine Yale’s eyelashes fluttered incessantly, her breathing rapid and uneasy.
They were so very close, close enough that she could see his long, black, curled eyelashes clearly.
With her breath growing hotter, she nodded a little helplessly, unable to utter a single word.
Her heart was pounding wildly, and a honey-sweet sensation gradually spread all over her body.
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