Knowing fully well he wouldn't dare let her go hungry, she still let go of his hand playfully: "Hate you."
"Hmm, be good, I'll let you hug me all you want tonight."
After the dishes were ready, Jasmine Yale sat face-to-face with Sylvan Cheney as they ate together.
Sylvan Cheney experienced a hint of surrealness as he ate and looked at her. When he originally bought this apartment, he probably never imagined that months later, he would be living with a woman.
He always considered himself someone who wasn't particularly lustful, at least when it came to women, he adhered to his principles.
But when he met Jasmine Yale, all those so-called principles went out the window.
He liked watching her laugh, loved listening to her sweet voice, and adored seeing her dimples.
Even now, with her carrying a child and sporting a big belly, he still loved her.
"Why are you laughing?" Jasmine Yale curiously glanced at him, wondering how someone could laugh while eating.
