Chapter 2414: Chapter 2414: The Little Woman Who Drives People Crazy
The warm light falls on the hospital floor, where dust subtly appears and disappears.
The room’s heating is quite comfortable, so Jasmine Yale doesn’t feel cold, just a bit tired.
Butler Santana fed her some porridge, and she couldn’t eat anything else after that.
"Miss Yale, is it too noisy for you? If it is, I can book a single room for you," Butler Santana whispered, close to Jasmine Yale.
"No need, it’s fine. Otherwise, I’d be bored being alone."
Butler Santana didn’t insist further.
Actually, she knew deep down that Jasmine Yale didn’t like the noise, but she couldn’t understand why Jasmine refused to stay in a single room.
A single room would be nice.
It’s both free and private.
"Then Miss Yale, shall we go for a walk? Staying in bed all the time isn’t ideal," Butler Santana said concernedly.
"I don’t want to move," Jasmine Yale shook her head in frustration.
She truly felt too lazy to move.
Just then, a man entered.
"Honey, you’re here!" Mrs. Connor sat up, grabbed her husband’s neck, and kissed him several times in public, "I missed you so much, I’m really hungry."
The man felt a bit embarrassed by her kisses but coaxed her, "There are plenty of things to eat, aren’t you interested?"
"I just want to eat bananas now, nothing else, and I don’t have bananas here."
"You little woman, you just love to torture me, don’t you? I should let everyone judge whether you’re torturing me or not, like the other night when you wanted strawberries, I searched half of Cakago to get them for you! And it was snowing back then too!" The man spoke with indulgent affection.
"Why not, I’m your wife, the mom of your daughter, you should treat me well, shouldn’t you?"
"Of course, of course."
"Then it’s settled, no complaints allowed, if you complain again, I’ll kick you out! And won’t let our daughter recognize you!"
"You’re right! Want to eat bananas? I’ll go buy some now?"
"Of course, go now, I want them now, if you delay, I might not want them anymore."
"Pregnant women have really strange tempers, look at others, they aren’t like you." The man said while glancing at the other two beds.
Mrs. Connor held the man’s waist: "Nonsense, Mrs. Kimberley’s husband came yesterday, did you see all the food on the table? Her husband bought it for her, he’s really good to her, and he doesn’t have any temper, unlike you, who has a temper and drives me mad."
Man: "..."
"Hurry, hurry."
"Alright, don’t move around too much."
"Got it!"
Step by step, the man glanced back at Mrs. Connor, and Mrs. Connor smiled like a flower, her eyes full of sweetness.
Mrs. Kimberley laughed and said, "Oh, she’s feeding us dog food, who’s not spoiled by their husbands? Wait, when my husband comes, I’ll show off to you."
The two jokingly teased back and forth.
The room was filled with the sound of women’s chatter, chirping away.
Both women were talkative and could keep talking endlessly, from husbands to work, and from work to shopping, even tiny matters turned into topics in their conversations.
They had sweet smiles on their faces, showing no sign of the anxiety that comes with childbirth.
Sometimes Jasmine Yale put down her book, leaned on the bed, and listened to them.
She didn’t often interject, but listened patiently, not feeling disturbed at all.
From their chatting, she learned that they came from ordinary families, neither extremely rich nor desperately poor.
