Jasmine Yale’s hand was a bit cold at first, but now that Sylvan Cheney was holding it, it was no longer cold.
When neither of them spoke, they could hear each other’s breathing in the car.
"President, I should head ho now."
"I haven’t had dinner yet. Aren’t you going to invite up for a bit?"
"President, don’t you think we’re moving too fast? So quickly, it’s making panic."
"What’s fast?" Sylvan Cheney frowned, "We’ve known each other for three months already."
"I treat my nanny like my own mother. eting the family in just three months, don’t you think that’s fast?"
"eting the family?" Sylvan Cheney found the term amusing and laughed.
With her explanation, it indeed felt sowhat like eting the family.
"Yeah, isn’t that what it is, eting the family. President, you need to show your better sides more often. That way, when I do et the family, I can praise you."
"You sure know how to take advantage of , getting to show you my good side in such a roundabout way." Sylvan Cheney smiled, becoming more aware of Jasmine Yale’s cleverness, "Alright, I got it. I’ll treat you even better from now on."
"Not just , but also our baby." Jasmine Yale rubbed her belly, "Okay?"
"Okay." Sylvan Cheney responded.
He lifted his hand to brush away the strands of hair by Jasmine Yale’s ear.
Just as he was about to pat her head, his phone rang.
It was Kade Yuvan.
"President, I’m going to attend a cocktail party at MIKE Hotel later. Are you coming?"
"Which companies are attending?"
"Cakago’s financial giants, representatives from several banks, and many small enterprises. It’s just a casual cocktail party."
Seeing Sylvan Cheney on the phone with Kade Yuvan, Jasmine Yale opened the car door herself.
She slung her bag over her shoulder, waved "bye-bye" to Sylvan Cheney: "I’m heading ho first. Rember to eat dinner on ti."
Sylvan Cheney nodded: "Yeah, go on, take it slow."
Jasmine Yale responded cheerfully and walked into the community.
As her belly grew bigger day by day, she walked even more slowly.
Sotis, she didn’t rush ho and liked to tease little kids by the roadside or take a look at the playful kittens.
At this hour, there were many people in the community. When she t soone she knew, she would greet them.
Suddenly, there was a sense of leisure and an unusual peace.
She had booked a plane ticket for three days later, and she hadn’t told Chale Cheney, wanting to give the little guy a surprise.
When she got ho, Butler Santana had already prepared a table full of dishes.
She took the initiative to text Sylvan Cheney: Are you ho? Drive safely.
Sylvan Cheney was probably driving and didn’t reply imdiately. It wasn’t until she finished her shower, sat on the bed, and told the baby a story that she received his reply.
Sylvan Cheney: Got ho.
Jasmine Yale: This late? Did you go out?
Sylvan Cheney: Yes, there was a social event.
Jasmine Yale: Did you drink? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Rember to drink hangover tea and take a shower. If you can’t get up tomorrow, you don’t need to accompany to the hospital.
Sylvan Cheney: It’s not that serious.
Jasmine Yale chuckled, typed on her phone: Really not confused? Then send a red envelope to see if you’re confused.
On the other side, Sylvan Cheney was changing clothes. When he saw Jasmine Yale’s ssage, he casually sent a "999" transfer red envelope to her.
Jasmine Yale was stunned, 999? US Dollar?
She smiled and typed a few words: Thanks.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t like texting, so he simply called her, with a slight drunkenness and teasing in his tone.
"Do you think I’m drunk?"
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