Fated love: the unwanted bride Chapter 2007: She Nuzzled Into His Arms

Didn’t linger too much on the scenery here, because she knew he would bring her back again in the future, right?

After getting in the car, Jasmine Yale fed him so snacks and then had a bit herself.

"Not looking anymore? Going ho?" Sylvan Cheney asked.

"Mm, going ho, it’s not early anymore. You still have work tomorrow, right?"

"In the morning, I need to go check out the site, catch up on the progress of that TR project, and attend a cooperative eting."

"Then you should go ho early and rest."

The car drove out of the bamboo forest and back onto Kanyoin Avenue.

In the countryside at night, the clouds were thin, and the air was fresh, all one could see were vast farmlands and estates.

Along the way, fireflies kept fluttering, circling around their car.

Not long after getting in, Jasmine Yale fell asleep, her face flushed, and with a slight smile on her lips.

The night was enchanting, dreamlike.

The car arrived at the hospital, and Jasmine Yale was still asleep.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t wake her and carried her into the ward.

Jasmine Yale slept soundly, her long eyelashes gently drooping, she snuggled into his embrace, pressed closely against his chest.

Sylvan Cheney felt a surge of warmth as she nestled against him.

"Sylvan..."

Sylvan Cheney paused his steps and looked at Jasmine Yale in his arms.

Her voice was soft, but he heard her murmur, she was calling his na.

Calling it so tenderly.

The woman’s face in his arms was delicate and clean, her sleeping appearance stirred a softness in his heart.

Sylvan Cheney felt a faint pain in his head, one dark image after another flashed through his mind, he wanted to grasp these black images, but they were so dark, the more he tried to seize them, the more intense the pain in his head beca.

"Sylvan..."

Jasmine Yale called out again, nestled against his chest, pressing her warm cheek against his shirt.

Through the thin fabric, Sylvan Cheney’s body grew increasingly restless.

Sowhat uncontrollable, but he managed to restrain himself.

Suppressing certain thoughts, he carried her into the ward.

It was already ten at night.

"Have a good sleep." Sylvan Cheney leaned down to look at her, his fingers gently brushing away the stray hair from her forehead.

He wasn’t sure why, but his hand moved down, resting flat on her rounded belly.

The little one moved, startling Sylvan Cheney.

Realizing it was fetal movent, Sylvan Cheney touched her belly through the dress again.

This feeling was indeed... quite wondrous.

It was as if there was magic in her, from the first day he t her, he wanted to be close to her.

Clearly, she was a little trickster.

Sylvan Cheney chuckled, withdrew his hand, tucked her in, and then left.

...

This ti, Jasmine Yale stayed obediently in the hospital for a week.

After a week, she had fully recovered.

With the beginning of September, the leaves began to turn yellow.

The weather turned a bit cooler, on Saturday, when Jasmine Yale was discharged, Sylvan Cheney ca to pick her up.

"I’ve already asked Elder Axel to move everything to the trunk for you." Sylvan Cheney handed her a light gray long coat, "Put on the jacket, the temperature has dropped."

Jasmine Yale took the coat and put it on, "Wait for a bit, okay? I haven’t brushed my hair yet."

Jasmine Yale took out the comb Sylvan Cheney bought her, suddenly stopped, and pushed the comb into his hand, "President, could you help comb it?"

"And who gave you the boldness?"

"You did, may I?" Jasmine Yale squinted her eyes.

Sylvan Cheney glanced at her, took the comb.

Jasmine Yale sat in front of the mirror, Sylvan Cheney stood behind her, combing her hair.