Chapter 2293: Chapter 2293: You Can Have Whatever Child You Want
"I feel like having some." Jasmine Yale hadn’t had steak in a long time.
"Didn’t you eat enough tonight?"
"I did. Kade Yuvan ordered a whole table of dishes. I received what you asked him to bring me, and I’ll give it back to you when you return."
"Why give it back? Don’t like it? I don’t understand children’s height, weight, habits. I bought everything according to the shop’s recommendations. Not good?"
"Just kidding." Jasmine kept her head down, fiddling with a teacup on the table.
The voice seemed relieved: "Thought you really didn’t like it."
"The clothes are quite nice. They’re all soft colors, suitable for a little girl."
"Then have a girl."
"It’s not like you can decide whether to have a boy or a girl. I went for a check-up, several expecting mothers said I might be having a boy."
"Don’t listen to them." Sylvan Cheney said earnestly, "Is your hand still hurting?"
"No, it’s just a minor injury."
"Hmm..."
"You should rest early. I’m going to sleep now. Goodnight."
"Okay, goodnight."
Sylvan Cheney didn’t linger much, but this call already made him very pleased.
He hadn’t expected Jasmine Yale to call him herself; they hadn’t communicated for several days.
He thought she wouldn’t pay him any mind until after giving birth.
On the balcony, Jasmine Yale took a sip of plain water and looked down at the band-aid on her hand.
Inside, it felt like a little boat, rocking gently, adrift.
Outside the window, the night sky was deep, and the moon shone brightly.
She occasionally raised her head to glance at the vast stars; such moments made her feel that things weren’t so bad after all.
After sitting for a while, Jasmine Yale hugged her tablet and went to bed.
Nestled on the small bed, leaning against a pillow, she opened the proposal document and continued to edit.
Sylvan Cheney had already helped her mark all the mistakes in red that afternoon, and there were his suggestions at the document’s end, some of which Jasmine Yale agreed with, and others, she disagreed.
For those she disagreed with, she planned to discuss them face-to-face with him.
This project was quite challenging, and progressing as she was was too slow.
Privately, she maintained contact with Frederick Owen, enlisting his help with much of the research, data, and measurements.
Frederick Owen had a team, and he was Charles Mcintosh’s most trusted person, so Jasmine Yale felt assured with him.
With Frederick Owen’s assistance, many things advanced much more smoothly.
Jasmine Yale knew what this privately conducted project meant for Sylvan Cheney.
After about an hour of work, Jasmine Yale grew tired, yawning repeatedly.
She turned off the light, pulled up the covers, and lay down before calling Sylvan Cheney again.
"Hey." Her voice was a bit muddled.
"Hmm? Not asleep yet?"
"Can’t sleep."
"What are you thinking about? Got something on your mind?"
"Are you still working?" Jasmine Yale asked.
"Yes, I have to verify all the accounts for funding clearing before dawn."
"That’s tough." Jasmine Yale said lazily, "Is it to earn money for my baby’s formula?"
Sylvan Cheney choked for a moment, then a gentle smile spread across his face, bright as a spring breeze: "Yes, I heard the little one is quite formidable with formula, is that right?"
"I’ve never raised a baby, but you’ll find out when the time comes."
In Sylvan Cheney’s deep eyes was a bright light; had she... accepted him? A few beats of uncontrollable excitement in his chest made his heart race faster.
"Then I must work even harder." He couldn’t hide his joy.
