Jasmine Yale laughed: "What do you mean women care more about appearance? Clearly, you men are just lustful, complaining when your wife's body changes, when her skin isn't perfect anymore."
"Rest assured, no matter how you change, I'll never dislike you."
"I'm the one who should be saying that," Jasmine scoffed.
He's like a different person since the memory loss, swearing, fighting, smashing up bars. He's done every disgraceful act; if she despised him, she would've left him a long time ago.
"After you have the baby, I won't let you be lazy anymore. No more sleeping in; you'll be getting up for morning runs with me," Sylvan Cheney urged.
"I don't want to..." Jasmine looked at him, filled with resentment and fear in her big eyes, "Are you trying to kill me?"
"I'm obviously doing this for your own good."
"We'll see," Jasmine giggled.
There's no way she's going on morning runs with him; she wants to sleep in.
Eating and chatting, Jasmine savored every date with him.
