Outside the window, the stars were scattered, and the lotus-shaped streetlights looked beautiful, the light was faintly glowing, as if covered with a layer of white gauze.
The road was bustling, surrounded by shops of all kinds.
Did he get out of the car to buy sothing?
Jasmine Yale sat quietly in the car waiting, her hands touching her belly, it was getting bigger, visibly swelling day by day.
She leaned back in the seat, calm and tranquil, without any fluctuations at the mont.
She didn’t have to wait long before Sylvan Cheney returned.
He had a bouquet of red roses in his hand.
As soon as he got in the car, he tossed the roses into her arms, shut the car door, fastened his seatbelt, and continued driving.
"Hey!" Jasmine Yale held onto the big bouquet of roses, her heart unexpectedly skipping a beat, such beautiful roses, vibrant in color, "President, are these for ?"
"Idiot."
"They’re very beautiful, especially fragrant," Jasmine Yale leaned closer to the roses and sniffed.
The scent was pleasant.
This big bouquet of roses fit snugly in her arms, she lowered her head, her fingers gently caressing the rose petals.
The petals were soft and graceful, with a wonderful texture.
The bright red roses had an indescribable allure, very tempting, filling the car with a charming scent.
The car drove past a traffic light and stopped beneath the tea house.
The tea house had a distinct charm at night, the aroma of tea was pervasive, and the lights were captivating.
Sylvan Cheney got out to open the passenger door for her, and Jasmine Yale walked down gracefully with the roses in her arms.
Whether it was because the flowers were too beautiful or Sylvan was too handso, Jasmine Yale felt many eyes turning towards her.
As she got out of the car, the wind blew her long, black hair and the hem of her trench coat, her soft strands of hair clung to her face, and she reached up to brush them aside.
Jasmine Yale held the roses in one hand and tugged at his suit with the other.
"President, slow down, I’m pregnant."
"Hmm."
Jasmine Yale tugged at his clothes like this, walking alongside him into the tea house.
Sylvan walked slowly, already accustod to her pace.
When they reached the stairs, he simply took her hand, guiding her step by step to the private room upstairs.
"You could have left the flowers in the car," Sylvan said indifferently.
"Oh, I didn’t think of that, you see, I told you, pregnant won can be a bit slow," she said.
"Don’t use pregnancy as an excuse, so people are born clumsy," he replied.
"You’re an!"
"Not as an as you," Sylvan Cheney’s lips curled up.
Sylvan Cheney picked a small private room for two, the night view from the room was just right, the window facing the bustling comrcial street.
After entering, he took the roses from Jasmine Yale and placed them on the table, then helped her off with her trench coat.
He glanced at her belly, rembering when he first t her, she didn’t show much then.
Ti had indeed passed quickly.
Jasmine Yale walked to the window, while he stood by the coat rack adjusting clothes.
Looking at her back, Sylvan Cheney’s eyes were filled with unfathomable light and depth.
The delicate figure stood by the window, she opened the window, the autumn wind blowing in and lifting her hair.
She seed very happy, resting her chin in her hand, looking at the tall buildings outside and everything fun around her.
His gaze remained on her for a long ti, never shifting away.
After a while, he finally walked over to the window, reaching out to close it.
"The autumn wind is chilly, be careful not to catch a cold," he said, unwilling to let her reopen the window.
"Mm." Jasmine Yale didn’t argue, nodding, "The night view here is really nice."
"Wherever I choose is always good," Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
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