"What are you looking at?" Sylvan Cheney noticed she was engrossed and followed her gaze.
It was fine before he looked, but once he did, he saw her eyes were on a man ahead.
Jasmine Yale quickly withdrew her gaze and clung to his arm, "Nothing."
"Saying it’s nothing, huh? Is that man better looking than ? So absorbed in him." Sylvan seed slightly displeased.
The man she looked at was quite good-looking, tall, with a tasteful outfit, but young, seemingly in his twenties, with a hint of youthful mischief.
"No way, you’re much better looking." Jasmine coaxed, "In my eyes, you’re the best—handso, stylish, perfect."
"Then what’s with staring at him for several minutes? Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney pressed on.
"Are you jealous?"
"..." Sylvan gave her a sidelong glance, "Not really."
"Alright, I won’t look anymore. I promise you! Those guys can’t move ; only you are the one I hold dear to my heart." Jasmine continued to coax.
This flattery made Sylvan’s heart blossom with joy.
How could he have not seen that she had this skill?
He pinched her cheek and then casually touched her stomach.
Sitting there and chatting for a while, Jasmine Yale noticed Joan Harry and Jesse Rowan leaving out of the corner of her eye, and they hadn’t noticed Sylvan Cheney either.
"It’s cold outside, let’s go shopping." Sylvan suggested.
"Okay!"
Leaving Chinatown, Sylvan drove her to a large shopping mall.
First, they bought the bag Jasmine Yale had her eye on, then Sylvan accompanied her in buying a coat and shoes. This ti, Jasmine Yale didn’t refuse him and let him swipe the card to buy things for her.
Sylvan was very considerate, continually carrying her bags and even helping her try on shoes.
The mall was crowded and lively; Jasmine didn’t feel tired while shopping. When they reached the ho goods store, Jasmine went in to take a look.
"These solid wood decorations are very nice," Jasmine picked up a small wooden horse, "It can be placed on the balcony."
"This little wooden house decoration is also nice. Should we buy them all?" Sylvan also casually picked one up.
"Okay, this, this, these three items, and a small table lamp!"
"Why do you want a table lamp? Isn’t the one at ho pretty enough?"
"Don’t you think this one looks even better?"
"All colorful, what’s so nice about it?" Sylvan laughed in exasperation, thinking the lamp didn’t look good at all, with a small lawn model by the button.
"Alright, then we won’t buy it. It’s not like we lack a table lamp." Jasmine was quite obedient.
They continued shopping, and Jasmine also bought a few storybooks.
Before long, Sylvan’s hands were full of bags, heavy.
"Do you enjoy shopping with won? I heard n don’t like it and find it agonizing." Jasmine walked beside him, asking.
"It’s nice to shop with you." Sylvan honestly replied.
It’s not just shopping; anything that makes her happy, he enjoys doing. Had she not been pregnant, he would have taken her out to play already—hiking, spring outings, amusent parks, anything fun.
They wandered and chatted all along the way.
Until Jasmine felt a bit tired, then he took her back to the parking lot, ready to leave.
It wasn’t too late; Jasmine felt especially satisfied this evening.
"My apartnt is too small; I need to get a new place," Sylvan glanced at the pile of bags in the back seat.
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