At noon, Jasmine Yale woke up.
She rubbed her eyes and, as she sat up, she happened to see Sylvan Cheney on the sofa.
He was working, his expression serious and ticulous.
Jasmine Yale still liked watching him work, just like before.
Sylvan Cheney put down his laptop, "Awake?"
"Mm, what ti is it?"
"Eleven o’clock."
"I’ve been sleeping so long, why didn’t you wake up?"
"You were sleeping so soundly, I couldn’t bear to." Sylvan Cheney helped her sit up, "Still sleepy?"
Jasmine Yale reached out, hooked his neck, and playfully said, "Do you think I’m a little pig?"
This was her favorite gesture from before, gently hooking his neck with her little hand, drawing him closer.
At that mont, Sylvan Cheney felt as if he was struck by electricity, a peculiar feeling surged through his body, causing a slight pain in his head.
Reflected in his dark pupils was her beautiful face and her lips, full of smiles.
Jasmine Yale didn’t notice anything, pouted, "My legs feel a bit numb, could you carry ? Is that okay?"
Sylvan Cheney snapped back to reality and nodded.
"Of course, why wouldn’t it be okay? Carrying you once is not enough, I have to carry you for a lifeti." Sylvan Cheney found a comfortable position for her and picked her up from the covers.
Even though his arm was injured, he was happy to hold her.
Jasmine Yale, being pregnant, wasn’t heavy, and holding her felt magical.
Like holding the whole world.
Not wanting to let go.
He set her down on the sofa, "How about here?"
"Mm." Jasmine Yale looked at him obediently, like a kitten, "Can I play on your computer?"
"Sure, what do you want to play?" Sylvan Cheney set up a ga for her, "This one, want to try?"
"Okay, this one then." Jasmine Yale wasn’t picky.
Cuddled on the sofa, Jasmine Yale was so well-behaved, always giving Sylvan Cheney the illusion that stirred all his protective instincts.
Jasmine Yale played happily, giggling endlessly, like a child.
When she laughed, he laughed too.
After a round, Jasmine Yale won and was even happier.
Sylvan Cheney sotis poured her a cup of hot water, sotis watched her play gas, and sotis sat beside her.
"Jasmine, two days ago, those roses... I didn’t give them to Erin Janus, I left them in the car, she saw them and took them herself." Sylvan Cheney cleared his throat, explaining.
"Left in the car?" Jasmine Yale said as she played, "Why did you buy roses for nothing?"
"You know, I picked them myself to give to you, but you didn’t accept them."
"How would I know they were ant for ? I didn’t see them."
"Jasmine Yale!" Sylvan Cheney flared up, glaring at her.
Jasmine Yale chuckled, "Alright, I know, you picked them personally for ."
She decided not to tease him anymore, or he’d get angry again.
A little wolfdog, with quite a temper.
"The purple roses at South Lake are in full bloom," Sylvan Cheney said.
"Purple roses... do they have any specific aning?"
"You are my precious and unique only one."
Jasmine’s hand playing the ga paused for a mont.
Sylvan Cheney’s deep, rich voice echoed in her ear, very solemn, and she could feel his burning and passionate gaze even without looking up.
"In a few days, I’ll pick so more for you," Sylvan Cheney said.
"Okay."
"You must accept them."
"Okay."
"Jasmine Yale, if you don’t take what’s good, it will be taken by soone else," Sylvan Cheney said seriously, "You’ll regret it."
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