Sylvan Cheney held her hand and found it cold, so he ward it in his own palm.
"Why aren’t you wearing more?" Sylvan Cheney noticed she was only wearing a sweater.
"I missed you, so I ca in a hurry," Jasmine Yale laughed.
She loved having her hand held by Sylvan Cheney. The connection from fingers to heart gave her a special feeling, a heartbeat that she really enjoyed.
Sylvan Cheney walked to the wardrobe, picked out a beige coat for her, and put it on her without a word.
Jasmine Yale felt even warr inside.
"A few days without seeing you, the baby has grown again." Sylvan Cheney’s gaze lingered on her belly for a few seconds.
"Do you miss him? If you do, talk to him, he’s definitely longing for his daddy."
Sylvan Cheney hesitated for a while, then crouched down, touching her belly through the sweater, his lips curving into a slight smile.
"Has he been good these days?"
"The weather’s been good, so he’s been relatively obedient."
"Have you been to the hospital?"
"No, I’ll go during the next check-up," Jasmine Yale said.
As Sylvan Cheney’s palm touched her belly, he felt a different sensation—a feeling that was quite wonderful.
Is it the feeling of becoming a father?
Even though, clearly, he and this child have no blood relation.
Even though, clearly, he didn’t like children before.
Jasmine Yale loved having him touch her belly. She smiled, eyes crinkling, looking affectionately at Sylvan Cheney crouched on the floor.
The baby inside seed to respond, giving Jasmine Yale a little kick.
Sylvan Cheney sensed it as well, "Did he kick you?"
"Maybe he’s saying hello to you!"
Sylvan Cheney was amused by her words, "Is your child that smart?"
"Do you think I’m smart? Since I’m smart, of course my baby is smart."
"How are you smart, silly?" Sylvan Cheney stood up teasingly, ruffled her hair, his eyes full of limitless tenderness.
"If I’m silly, then what are you? A fool for liking a silly person? Hmm... Only I know how foolish you are."
He’s the world’s silliest fool.
Successful in business, a force to be reckoned with, yet utterly defeated in love, willing to risk his life.
What else could such a man be if not a fool?
"Little one, I have to go to the company, and you? Staying here?"
"Of course, I’m staying here waiting for you to co back. Will you be ho on ti tonight? I haven’t been able to hold you for days."
"I will."
"Good." Jasmine Yale grew excited, "I’ll wait for you."
Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, cupped her face, and kissed her on the forehead.
Suddenly, the apartnt was filled with a joyful atmosphere, even the air felt cheerful.
Her soft cheeks enchanted him, he kissed them several tis before letting her go.
He packed his suitcase, taking out a stuffed doll.
The doll was beautiful and adorable, with big eyes, long eyelashes, a pouty pink mouth, long black hair, and a lovely pink dress.
"Here." He handed the doll to Jasmine Yale.
"Is this for or for your baby?" Jasmine Yale accepted it with a smile, such a cute little doll.
Who isn’t a little princess?
She had no resistance to such cute things.
Moreover, Sylvan Cheney was getting better at capturing her heart, knowing what she liked.
"This one’s for you, and this one’s for your baby." Sylvan Cheney took another smaller doll from the suitcase.
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