Fated love: the unwanted bride Chapter 2093: This Feeling Is a Pleasant Surprise

Sylvan Cheney proactively put so food on her plate: "Eat up, having an appetite is a good thing."

"If I really have a little chubby baby, would you dislike it?"

"Dislike what? Any child of yours, no matter how chubby, would look good."

"CEO, where did you learn such sweet talk? Can I take so advanced lessons with you?"

Sylvan Cheney laughed, his eyes warm like stars and the moon: "Pay tuition."

Jasmine Yale picked up a piece of braised eggplant, reached her chopsticks out, and smiled, "Open your mouth."

Sylvan Cheney glanced at her disdainfully: "Eat it yourself."

"I’m upset now."

"..." Sylvan Cheney opened his mouth and ate it.

Jasmine Yale laughed like a child, incredibly happy, almost dancing with joy.

Under the lights, Sylvan Cheney in his white shirt looked gentle as jade, having shed his forr aloofness and arrogance. Now, he complied with her every whim.

Jasmine Yale would rest her chin on her hand as she ate, tilting her head to look at him. She didn’t know what this feeling was, but she felt Sylvan Cheney had changed from before.

Now, apart from work pressure, he had no worries, nothing like before when he was burdened with deep grudges.

Even under those grudges, he tried hard to protect her, sheltering her from any storm; he was truly exhausted.

The temperature in the private room was rising; Sylvan Cheney reached out to undo a button on his collar, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

At that mont, Jasmine Yale’s phone rang; it was Butler Santana.

"Miss Yale, have you had dinner?"

"I’m eating, I’m eating, no need to worry."

"Are you coming back tonight? Rember not to casually stay at a man’s place you’ve just t."

"I know, I know my boundaries."

Jasmine Yale chatted casually with Butler Santana for a bit.

Putting down the phone, Sylvan Cheney frowned: "You’re very polite to the housekeeper at your place."

"She’s taken care of for a long ti, and has always been sincere with . She advised that there are many scumbags out there, to keep my guard up, not to be deceived by any scumbags, definitely not to lend money to scumbags, and definitely not to go ho with a scumbag, to learn to protect myself."

"..." Sylvan Cheney’s mouth twitched, "Am I a scumbag?"

"CEO, why are you so sensitive? I was just repeating what my housekeeper said, no other aning. I know the CEO’s character is the best, definitely wouldn’t act recklessly, definitely wouldn’t two-ti, definitely wouldn’t abandon and leave."

"Not too bad."

"Here, have so food." Jasmine Yale placed another piece of braised pork in front of him, full of smiles.

The night in Cakago was breezy and stirring, with a bright moon hanging halfway up the sky, clouds light, and lights bright.

Jasmine Yale didn’t know if this counted as their first official date, having been together from morning till night.

In the past, he wouldn’t accompany her walking aimlessly like that, the regrets in her heart slowly being filled, the void tightly sealed.

Before, even if he accompanied her, he was full of concerns, looking back and forth.

Now, how great it is, having shed the identities of "Patronus Xinez’s granddaughter" and "Qiana Childe’s son," they were free.

Before, she hadn’t realized Sylvan Cheney could be so considerate, warm, and charming, but now she’s discovered many things she didn’t see before.

This feeling was full of surprises.

After dinner, he took her downstairs for so fresh air, a walk, and they watched the moon together.

The square at night was bustling, lively and bustling with people.

Sylvan Cheney held her hand the entire ti, afraid she might get lost.