Chapter 2320: Chapter 2320: Mrs. Cheney’s Identity
Sylvan Cheney wrote back a few words: Tomorrow, in the office.
Jasmine Yale was still asleep, the dim light in the parking lot falling on her face, making her appear especially serene.
Sylvan turned to look at her for a long time, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat.
The underground parking lot was utterly silent.
No one knew how much time had passed, but the baby in Jasmine’s belly kicked her several times, causing her to frown and wake up.
"My back hurts," she whispered.
"Hmm?" Sylvan, who hadn’t been asleep, opened his eyes immediately, "What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"
"How did I fall asleep? My back’s so sore, carry me," she said.
"Okay, I’ll take you back to the apartment first." He unbuckled her seatbelt and removed the blanket that covered her.
Sylvan lifted her out of the car, allowing her to loop her arms around his neck.
"Boss, I’m so tired, can I skip the shower?"
"No, you can’t. I’ll help you bathe then."
"No," Jasmine refused.
"Why not? Don’t forget, today marks our official cohabitation. Sleeping in the same bed, what else can’t we do?"
"Who said we’re sharing the bed? Didn’t we agree I’d sleep in the bed and you’d take the sofa?" Jasmine retorted playfully.
Her cheeks were flushed from just waking up, like a peach blossom, radiating a shy charm.
She hadn’t fully shaken off her drowsiness and was still very tired.
"If you insist on me sleeping on the sofa, then I’ll sleep on the sofa," Sylvan didn’t argue.
"You’re threatening me..."
"Am I? Mrs. Cheney." Sylvan bent down and kissed her.
Jasmine was not heavy, even while pregnant, she felt weightless in his arms.
A breeze seemed to blow through Jasmine’s heart, stirring ripples. She had to admit, this man understood her well; the words "Mrs. Cheney" made her heart melt.
The identity of Mrs. Cheney, something she used to dare not dream of, later felt unreachable, until now, it seemed something she could strive for.
He stopped over and over again to accommodate her, and she was chasing after him with all her might.
The distance between them... was closing.
The chasm that once stood between them disappeared with his memory loss.
If she caught up with him, he must not let go of her.
The pursuit had been truly challenging.
"Boss, pregnant women are hard to deal with. You need to be mentally prepared; they have big tempers and their emotions are extremely unpredictable."
"No need to be prepared. Whatever you are, it’s fine."
Just don’t leave him.
The apartment door opened.
Sylvan carried her to the bed, kissed her forehead, "Rest for a while, I’ll go down to get some things, and later I’ll help you bathe, okay?"
Jasmine blushed and nodded.
She gently caressed her belly, her eyes carrying an alluring charm.
Her appearance made Sylvan a bit overwhelmed, a fire igniting in his heart, spreading through his whole body.
His lower abdomen tightened, and he moved his throat, suppressing that fire.
He wasn’t sure if he had a real taste for something different; Erin Janus was sexy and voluptuous, but she couldn’t ignite even a spark in him. Yet, Jasmine, a pregnant woman, stirred him beyond control.
He questioned himself, wondering if he was truly... twisted?
She hadn’t done anything, yet he felt like he was losing his soul.
He released her, turned, and went downstairs.
At this moment, he felt like smoking.
The scent of nicotine could suppress the fire inside and calm his restless nerves.
