Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 2347: Chapter 2347: Giving Birth to the Little One in Her Belly

Sylvan Cheney bent down, his hot lips brushing against her chin.

"Isn’t it enough?" He raised his eyebrows ambiguously.

"I wish you could stay with me 24 hours a day." She laughed, hooking his fingers and refusing to let go.

Without knowing where the emotion came from, she just wanted to cling to him, not wanting to be apart for even a second.

She hadn’t been this clingy before.

"I’ll try to spend more time with you in the future, but once the little one in your belly is born, the world won’t be so quiet." As he spoke, Sylvan glanced at her belly.

He hadn’t yet had enough of the world with just the two of them.

If there really was a little one, with all its noise, he didn’t know if he would get used to it.

"The house will be lively." Jasmine Yale, on the other hand, looked full of anticipation.

"Really..." Sylvan didn’t dare to compliment that. It’s not liveliness; it’s clearly chaos.

Having never been a mother before, coupled with a woman’s unique maternal instinct, Jasmine was extraordinarily looking forward to the arrival of this baby.

Sylvan fed her two pieces of apple, then kissed her forehead: "Sit quietly, I’ll go make dinner. If you’re bored, watch some TV."

"Okay!"

Sylvan saw that she was being quite obedient, so he let go of her hand and headed to the kitchen.

Jasmine Yale looked out through the open curtain, and outside was a hazy white world with a layer of fog.

The rain was pouring heavily.

In this unfamiliar city, no one knew their past, and they could live peacefully like ordinary people.

But she knew that Sylvan would surely not be content with such solitude.

He was born a king.

Raindrops streamed rapidly down the transparent glass window, forming streams that obscured half of the view. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Jasmine lowered her head and withdrew her gaze. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

She turned on the TV program, watching entertaining shows with a carefree mind.

The fruit was very sweet; she ate while laughing, enjoying this quiet and carefree time.

Occasionally, Sylvan would come out of the kitchen and pass through the living room. Somehow, he particularly liked watching her laugh; her smile had a special infectiousness that warmed his heart.

Meeting her was his knot.

A knot unsolvable in a lifetime.

Her smile always gave him a peculiar sense of familiarity, a familiarity that was like having dreamt of it countless times before.

...

This heavy rain lasted for two days and nights.

After the rain stopped, there was a cold chill everywhere, and even with the sun out, the temperature was still not high.

That evening, Jasmine Yale received a call from Sylvan Cheney at home.

"Want to go out for hot pot tonight? You love it the most, and I think today’s cold weather suits hot pot."

"Really? Then wait for me, I want to go, I know a place with great taste, let me take you there."

"Alright, I’ll swing by home to pick you up after work." Sylvan said, "The weather’s cold, wear more, and bring my scarf too."

"I know, I know, focus on work, stop thinking about calling me all the time."

"Should I hang up then?"

"Hey, say a few more words."

On the other end, Sylvan’s low laughter came through.

Jasmine stood on the balcony, holding the phone to her cheek, chatting with him casually and freely.

She knew he didn’t like crowded and noisy places like Chinatown, but couldn’t resist her preference; whatever she liked, he always accompanied her to do it.

After hanging up the phone, Jasmine changed her clothes and put on light makeup.

In the mirror, Jasmine had a pregnant woman’s aura, appearing more mature than before.