Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 2380: Chapter 2380: Go Ahead, It’s Okay

Occasionally, he would turn his head to glance at her.

Jasmine Yale was very excited, still pondering over the piece he taught her, studying it with extra seriousness, her cheeks all flushed.

Ten minutes later, Sylvan Cheney stood up, wrapped his arm around her waist, rubbed against her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "Let’s eat before playing." ƒrēewebnovel.com

Jasmine Yale had to hold onto his arm to stand up and leaned into his embrace: "Do you feel bored being with me? The things I like, you don’t seem too interested in."

"Don’t overthink."

"Alright, it’s me overthinking. Let’s eat! What did you order?"

Sylvan Cheney showed her the menu.

Jasmine Yale looked down at it, strands of hair falling by her ears, under the light, she resembled a simple porcelain doll.

The private room was large, with just the two of them in there, it seemed a bit secluded.

Moreover, the soundproofing here was excellent, making it nearly impossible to hear the noise from outside.

Soon, the waiter brought in the dishes and red wine.

As Sylvan Cheney was about to open the wine, Jasmine Yale stopped his hand, her gaze intense: "Don’t drink, you have to drive!"

"The restaurant has a chauffeur service," Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brows slightly.

"Oh." Jasmine Yale didn’t insist, releasing his hand, allowing him to pour a glass of red wine for himself.

The shimmering color of the red wine was like a ruby.

Sylvan Cheney took a sip of the red wine, seemingly not very interested in eating.

"Do you have any work plans coming up?" Jasmine Yale sat facing him, sipping juice, and chatting idly, "If you’re not busy, shall we take some time to go for a walk by Lake Machigan? I want to take a boat ride. I’ve been in Cakago for so long, and I haven’t been on one yet."

"Boat rides are just to trick kids and tourists, you’re pregnant, it’s not suitable, you might get seasick."

"Then let’s just walk by the lake." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"It’s too cold, better not go out."

"Oh." There was a hint of disappointment in Jasmine Yale’s eyes, but she usually didn’t mind such things; if he said no, then no.

Winter had arrived, and indeed, it was very cold.

Jasmine Yale was about to say something when Sylvan Cheney’s phone rang.

He stood up, gave Jasmine Yale a look: "I’ll step out to take a call."

"Okay!" She nodded.

Sylvan Cheney left, and Jasmine Yale quietly ate, her gaze calm, staring dazedly at the red wine in the bottle.

Throughout the meal, Sylvan Cheney had quite a few phone calls.

And each time he stepped out, it took ten minutes or so.

In an hour, they barely managed to speak much to each other.

Sylvan Cheney ate little, spending most of his time drinking wine, while Jasmine Yale ate on her own with little interest.

She knew he was busy with work and wouldn’t ask too much about it, just didn’t expect even a meal could be so unsettling.

After finishing another call, Sylvan Cheney came back in: "Sorry, there’s a lot going on with work, it’s year-end, each project is facing audits and inspections, and a few new projects are starting, I need to go to the site tomorrow."

"It’s alright, you focus on your work." Jasmine Yale smiled gently.

"Eat more," Sylvan Cheney placed a piece of her favorite steak on her plate, "don’t go hungry."

"I won’t, I’m eating a lot, I won’t hold back with you."

"You’re eating a lot, but your belly doesn’t seem to grow much," Sylvan Cheney chuckled.

"The little one isn’t gaining much weight," Jasmine Yale looked worried, "might end up being a little one when born."

"Feed him well, and he’ll grow up chubby and healthy."