Chapter 2306: Chapter 2306: A Hand Lifts Her Skirt
"Don’t make empty promises that you forget the next day." Jasmine Yale reminded him, "This is the last chance. If you do something that disappoints me greatly, I won’t give you another opportunity."
He kissed her cheek, "Well, I’m very grateful for this chance."
"I heard you apologized to Yukon."
"Why does he tell you everything?" Sylvan Cheney frowned, "What’s there to talk about?"
"If he didn’t tell me, you certainly wouldn’t." Jasmine Yale knew he valued his pride.
"The past is the past, no need to bring it up." He said lightly, "Stick with me, I won’t let you suffer. What he can do, I can do too."
Jasmine Yale said nothing, just looked at him, and hugged his waist.
She rarely took the initiative like this. Sylvan Cheney felt a tightness in his abdomen, and intense desire colored his eyes crimson.
He pulled her closer into his embrace, his large hand caressing her waist, lowering his voice, full of huskiness and hoarseness, "I checked, at seven months, we can..."
As he spoke, his other hand lifted her skirt, probing inside.
Jasmine Yale blushed, pressing his hand, "Why did you look that up? Are you plotting something?"
One could say that’s very shameless.
Jasmine Yale pushed him away, jumping off his lap.
She got up, went to the table, grabbed a cup of warm water, and drank it down, calming the stirrings inside her.
She was fine as a woman, but Sylvan Cheney wasn’t doing too well, his face somber and not looking too pleasant.
Jasmine Yale held the water cup and walked towards the balcony, ignoring him further.
Opening the window, the autumn breeze blew in, bringing waves of coolness.
The wind felt much more comfortable on her skin.
But Jasmine Yale’s cheeks grew redder and redder.
Even though she had already borne him two children, their intimate interactions were few, so each touch felt like the first time, especially since they hadn’t been together for several months.
Jasmine Yale took a deep breath, her heart pounding relentlessly.
Lunchtime.
Jasmine Yale went to the bathroom and changed into a loose, sky-blue striped casual outfit.
Sylvan Cheney had already prepared a table full of dishes, quite sumptuous and exceptionally tempting.
Before Jasmine Yale even reached the table, she could smell the aroma.
"President, you’re quite talented, I’m really lucky, feels like I picked up a treasure." Jasmine Yale smiled at him.
A man’s pride truly is significant, especially when praised by the woman he loves.
Sylvan Cheney’s face was filled with delight, and he looked at her with affection, "Then eat more today, okay? Look how skinny you are."
"When have I not eaten a lot? Didn’t you say I’m quite the eater?"
"Eating well is good, just don’t bring out a little one."
Jasmine Yale laughed at his words "little one."
Little ones are quite nice too, aren’t they? Very cute.
Jasmine Yale didn’t expect Sylvan Cheney to be quite attentive, taking care of every little detail for her.
Even when she sat down, he would check if the chair was too cold, afraid she’d catch a chill.
"Today’s rib soup was specially made for you." Sylvan Cheney said, "Let me serve you a bowl first."
"What do you mean specially for me? I bought the ingredients."
"Don’t argue over trivial matters like this."
"Shameless."
Jasmine Yale took a sip of the soup Sylvan Cheney served, surprisingly delicious, rich with the aroma of ribs, the sweet and soft corn, the fragrance of scallions, and the tenderness of mushrooms, exceptionally tasty.
