Sleepiness crept in, and Jasmine Yale fell asleep while listening.
Sylvan Cheney’s pleasant and lodious voice continued to echo in the hospital room. Even after she fell asleep, he insisted on finishing the story.
Taking advantage of her slumber, he gently placed his hand on her belly, cautiously resting it there, lightly stroking.
It was a wonderful feeling.
As she had ntioned, the baby wasn’t moving, very well-behaved.
Jasmine Yale’s belly was round and not small, probably thanks to her hearty appetite.
Thinking of this, Sylvan Cheney curved his lips into a smile.
Jasmine Yale was sleepy, sleeping soundly without any defenses.
Sylvan Cheney, emboldened, moved his hand upwards, over her clothes, touching her softness for the first ti.
Afraid of waking her, he quickly withdrew his hand, his heart pounding wildly.
Putting away his phone, he quietly watched her sleeping face.
Under the light, her face was especially enchanting, with fair skin, flushed cheeks, and a flawless complexion even without makeup, pristine and clean.
Sylvan Cheney couldn’t help but sigh; her late husband had taken great care of her, clearly raising her like a pampered little princess without letting her suffer.
That man had cherished her with all his heart, so how could he possibly lose to him?
She chose to be with him, hoping he could provide her with a stable, happy future.
Even though he knew it wasn’t necessarily because of love, he still couldn’t let go.
His fingertip brushed aside the hair on her forehead, his slender fingers gliding over her fair face.
His gaze lingered on her face, never leaving.
She slept deeply as if she had long entered a dreamland, motionless and quietly.
Sylvan Cheney sat by her side, watching her continuously.
Occasionally, Jasmine Yale would shift slightly, inching closer to him.
Sunlight poured through the window, creating an atmosphere of tranquility indoors.
Without any drowsiness, Sylvan Cheney sat on the bed accompanying Jasmine Yale. Sotis, he would reach out to touch her face and hair.
In the past, he would never waste ti like this. Now, he felt this was truly ti well spent.
He faintly perceived her attachnt to him, sensed her feelings.
If not, why would she choose to be with him rather than Yukon Carbon?
With this thought, the corners of his lips gently lifted, forming a tender curve.
Jasmine Yale slept sweetest during this nap.
Until the doctor ca to do rounds.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t allow anyone to disturb her, quietly slipping out of bed to get his body checked in the adjoining room.
A little later, in her sleep, Jasmine Yale reached beside her, only to touch the soft pillow, involuntarily calling his na: "Sylvan, Sylvan... "
At first, her voice was faint.
Calling several more tis, Sylvan Cheney heard and hurriedly ca out.
Jasmine Yale was sleeping soundly, without waking, just calling his na.
Sylvan Cheney stood at the bedside, watching her, his heart rippling with spreading waves, circle after circle.
His heart lted.
Sylvan Cheney stood at the bedside for a long ti, his gaze settled on her, reluctant to leave.
Jasmine Yale’s small hand clutched the blanket, her sleeping face peaceful, a faint blush on her cheeks. As if she were dreaming of him, she occasionally murmured his na: "Sylvan..."
Sylvan Cheney’s thin lips tightly pressed together, watching her intently, tenderness in his eyes, like a gentle spring breeze...
She had never called his na so affectionately before; though it was in a dream, he was still greatly satisfied.
At least, she dread of him.
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