Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 2369: Chapter 2369: The Little One Kicked Me, and You Couldn’t Do Anything

The night is quiet, and she casually chats with him, feeling much more at ease.

"Did you just dream of me? I heard you calling my name." Sylvan Cheney looks down at her.

Jasmine Yale feels a bit embarrassed: "Yes, I dreamed of you. Dreamed that spring arrived, and we were out enjoying the greenery. Did I call your name?"

"Yes, you called several times."

"Then perhaps I was thinking of you." Jasmine snuggles up to him with a smile, "But I’m not that clingy. Missing you is one thing, if you don’t work earnestly and do something that displeases me, then I won’t be thinking of you."

Sylvan chuckles at her childish words and kisses her forehead lightly.

"You don’t need to worry about me, I can take care of myself. You just need to handle your own affairs." Jasmine continues, "Don’t worry about the baby either, he’s just a bit too mischievous. Please don’t rush back at night anymore, especially in the rain and cold."

"I worry about you." He furrows his brow.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw Butler Santana’s text message.

He’s terrified something might happen to her.

He immediately booked a plane ticket and hurried to the airport, but unfortunately, the flight was delayed, and he came back late.

Jasmine had given him the house key, and when he entered the bedroom, she was sleeping soundly but her hands and feet were icy cold.

"I’m not a child anymore. If I really felt unwell, I would tell you and not hold back." Jasmine laughs, "As for minor issues, I don’t want to trouble you too much. I can handle it."

"How can this be called trouble? Hmm? With your hands and feet this cold, isn’t it uncomfortable?"

"I’m used to it; it’s always like this in winter."

Jasmine talks to him while listening to the pattering rain outside and his heartbeat.

The whole bedroom feels warm, like a world where spring flowers bloom.

Holding him is entirely different from hugging the quilt. If she could, she’d prefer hugging him every night.

But she understands that men and women are different. Women have delicate emotions, tending towards romance, while men don’t dwell on these things.

"When it’s morning, you’ll head to the airport, right? Oh, no, if it’s cloudy, you’ll have to leave before dawn."

"That’s why I’m persuading you to sleep a bit more. I’m worried that after I leave, you won’t be able to sleep."

"No way, I’m happy when you come back to see me. But this isn’t allowed in the future. You’re busy with work, and traveling is a regular thing. Old York is close, but if it’s a farther place, wouldn’t you have to delay work? I won’t allow you to delay work. What kind of man spends all his time clinging to a woman?"

Sylvan laughs: "Am I that kind of man in your eyes? Besides, when have I spent all my time clinging to you, hmm?"

"No arguments."

"Alright, alright, no arguments. I’ll just listen to whatever you say."

"That’s more like it."

"Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Tell me while I’m still here." Sylvan asks with concern, looking at her.

"Uncomfortable... my back feels sore, but otherwise, I’m alright. The little one kicked me, and you can’t do anything about it."

"I can’t do anything now, but there’ll be ways in the future." Sylvan reaches out to massage her back, whispering softly. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"No, no, I’ll protect him. You absolutely can’t hit him."

"Then won’t he be uncontrollable?"

"Even so, no way. I gave birth to him, you’re not allowed to hit him."

Sylvan: "..."

He gently massages her back, his palm warm, his movements soft.