Jasmine Yale finally felt a bit hungry.
She nodded.
Sylvan Cheney reheated the meal he bought, watching Jasmine Yale eat.
He waited until she finished eating and went to bed obediently. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, tucked her in, and closed the doors and windows.
The emotions of a pregnant woman come and go quickly. Although he couldn't quite grasp them, he could at least manage to comfort her.
He used to find taking care of someone quite troublesome. Now, it seemed rather nice.
At least, he was quite adept at it.
Jasmine Yale wasn't an unreasonable young girl; she was very obedient.
After leaving the apartment, Sylvan Cheney drove to the company.
Instead of going upstairs right away, he first went to the milk tea shop where Jasmine Yale had spent the morning.
