"I don't have any experience either," Jasmine Yale said calmly.
"Oh, I guess I just need to spend more time with you, right?"
"How would I know? Just don't make me angry." Jasmine rubbed against him with her eyes closed. "They all say pregnant women are emotionally volatile. I feel like you're even more unpredictable than a pregnant woman, like the weather in June, changing abruptly."
"No, I'm not." Sylvan Cheney frowned, unwilling to admit it.
"Stubborn. I'll give you another chance, are you? Hmm?" Jasmine squinted her eyes, looking at him.
"..."
"Even children know to apologize when they do something wrong, what about you? Not even as good as a child." Jasmine felt that Sylvan Cheney was more worrisome than Chale Cheney, truly.
Chale Cheney was so sensible and knew how to make her happy.
And Sylvan Cheney? Only knew how to upset her.
His temper changed like the wind, his personality unpredictable.
He could be holding her close one moment, and turning hostile the next.
