In the warmly glowing apartnt, there were only the two of them.
During als, Jasmine Yale would chat a lot with Sylvan Cheney.
When it ca to topics he wasn’t interested in, like celebrity gossip, he wouldn’t contradict her but would listen quietly.
And when they talked about so mutual topics, they would have a good discussion.
"Jasmine, you don’t have many things in the apartnt. How about we go out to buy so later? Clothes, shoes, and whatnot?" Sylvan Cheney suggested, "Since you’re staying here, let take care of you."
"You don’t have any experience taking care of a pregnant woman, it’s not suitable."
"I can learn, I’m quite confident in my ability to learn." Sylvan’s attitude was sowhat domineering, "Let take care of you, otherwise if I get a baby for nothing, I’ll feel guilty."
"..."
Jasmine Yale originally wanted to refuse.
But on second thought, he had a point.
Her baby was due soon, and if he still couldn’t take care of her this ti, it wouldn’t only be his regret but hers as well.
She bit on her chopsticks, pondering for a mont.
After a long while, she nodded, giving in.
Sylvan Cheney had prepared a lot to say, but seeing her nod, he was suddenly overjoyed, not expecting her to agree so quickly.
"Then we’ll go shopping this afternoon. Tell what we need, and I’ll buy it. I’m sure I can take great care of you. You see, you’re still so thin. If I were taking care of you, you’d surely have grown nice and plump by now."
"No need to buy anything, just co ho with . My house has everything, you just need to help carry."
"Your house?"
"My house."
This ti, it was Sylvan Cheney’s turn to feel a bit at a loss. Although he often drove Jasmine Yale ho, he had never been inside her house.
"When should we go?" Sylvan asked.
"Let take a nap first?" Jasmine squinted her eyes, smiling at him. "But we agreed, if you ever do anything to hurt again, I’ll leave imdiately and never co back."
"I won’t."
"Okay." Jasmine did not ask anymore.
This al, she enjoyed thoroughly.
The two of them sat face to face, as if ti had beco elongated and delicate.
Like rainwater beneath rubble, lingering quietly and long.
Occasionally, Jasmine would tease him a bit more.
He seed to spoil her, indulging her whims more than before.
Before, although he spoiled her and treated her well, he sotis set a bunch of rules that made her feel constrained.
But now, he didn’t even like following the rules himself, saying whatever he wanted without hesitation.
He no longer had so many concerns in front of her, and his complexion gradually improved. Ti had polished this man’s features, making him even more mature and steady, with this age’s unique charm, retaining elegance and dignity.
Jasmine Yale had always been soone easily satisfied, and even a little bit of kindness from him would bring her imnse happiness.
"I can’t eat anymore, I’m full." Jasmine Yale looked at the small half bowl of soup left, "I can skip this, right?"
"Be good, finish it. The baby will be hungry." Sylvan Cheney coaxed.
"I really can’t eat anymore." Jasmine Yale simply moved over to Sylvan’s side, sitting on his lap, lifting her head, "I’m not drinking it, I’m full."
"Little one, should I feed you? Hmm?" Sylvan patted her buttock.
Saying so, he picked up the bowl, scooped up so soup with a spoon, and fed it to her himself: "Open wide."
Jasmine Yale had no choice but to obediently comply.
The small half bowl of soup was soon finished.
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