Once upon a ti, when they were tangled in the sheets, when she couldn’t take it and kicked him, he would also like to hold her ankle, stopping her from moving wildly.
"What are you thinking about?" Sylvan Cheney put her shoes on for her, suddenly looking up.
The mont he looked up, he saw her in a daze, her cheeks flushed.
"Nothing..." Jasmine Yale hurriedly avoided his sharp gaze, her face already burning.
He released her ankle, still squatting on the ground: "Stand up and have a walk."
"Mm."
Jasmine obediently stood up and walked to the mirror for a look.
"Of the few pairs you just tried on, which one do you like?" Sylvan asked patiently, his eyes falling on her feet.
"I think both the champagne-colored and the burgundy ones look great. Which one do you like? You can’t just say you’ll buy them all, pick one."
Sylvan curved his lips slightly, as if she knew what he was about to say.
He did want to buy them all indeed.
"Pick one." Jasmine urged him, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness.
"The burgundy one suits your style."
"Hmm? My style? Do I have style?" Jasmine laughed.
"Silly style."
"... "
Jasmine knew he wouldn’t say anything nice.
Walking out of the boutique, Sylvan carried the roses for her, holding the bags, accompanying her as they strolled along the street.
The streetlights cast a shallow layer of light on them, and ti seed to slow down and beco much more peaceful and serene.
Sylvan’s life pace was usually fast, and he had never walked so slowly before, suddenly realizing it wasn’t so bad.
"Rember to bring the bracelet tomorrow."
"Did the company change the rules?" Jasmine asked teasingly.
"A command from the boss, must obey."
"Oh, you’re the one in charge."
"Whatever happens in the future, call first instead of Kade."
Jasmine was montarily stunned before she realized.
"If sothing really happened to and I called you, would you co right away?"
"I would."
"No matter how important the thing at hand is, you’ll drop it and co?"
"Mm."
Jasmine’s heart filled with sweetness, the honey-like warmth flowing bit by bit, overflowing her heart.
"Jasmine Yale." He looked ahead.
"Mm? Does the CEO have any matters?"
"Clear your schedule for Saturday, I’m asking you out."
"Saturday? Let think... I might sleep in, after all, think about it, this weather is perfect for sleeping, neither too cold nor too hot. Plus, my little one has been quite active at night lately, I’ll be really sleepy in the morning. As for the afternoon, I promised..."
"Jasmine Yale!" Sylvan interrupted her unhappily, "If you wanted to give your ti, you wouldn’t be making any excuses."
"This isn’t an excuse..." Jasmine looked innocent, "I’m telling the truth, bla it on the little one in my belly, he’s quite a handful at night."
"Alright, I’ll rember this, when he’s born, I’ll settle the score slowly with him."
"Hey, CEO, what are you planning to do to my baby?" Jasmine touched her belly, looking protective.
"Spank him."
With that, Sylvan unexpectedly freed a hand, giving Jasmine’s butt a playful slap.
The force was neither too light nor too heavy, just enough to make one feel embarrassed and ambiguous.
It took a few seconds for Jasmine to react, blushing from her ears to her face, especially her face, as if it were on fire.
"Sylvan Cheney, you’re going too far!"
This was still the square, out in public.
He actually...
Jasmine’s face was burning hot, her heart pounding fiercely, as if it were about to leap from her throat.
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