Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1174: My Son is Not Stupid

Chapter 1174: Chapter 1174: My Son is Not Stupid

Sylvan Cheney also sat on the bed and held her in his arms, letting her little head rest on his legs.

Jasmine Yale liked this posture very much.

When she was little, she used to do the same with her mom.

She wrapped her arms around his legs and closed her eyes.

"Your Little Chaley is so cute..." Jasmine’s lips curled into a smile, "Having such a baby, do you feel like your life is complete? In the blink of an eye, you have a child now. Remember back when it was just the two of us in the Cheney Residence?"

"I’m not envious of you," Jasmine pouted, "I’ll live a better life than you in the future."

"Yeah, you’ll live better than me in the future," Sylvan stroked her hair.

Yes, in the blink of an eye, that little girl who used to follow him around had grown up so much.

Twelve years of daily compan:ionship, little by little, a continuous stream.

Jasmine thought of Little Chaley again and smiled happily, "Your baby really is adorable. Sometimes, I want to kidnap him, just like you kidnapped me. I have candy, too."

"My son isn’t stupid. How could a piece of candy trick him?"

"Are you saying I’m stupid?"

"A little."

"You never compliment me... How can a man like you... have a wife..." Jasmine said resentfully, "Why did I go home with you? Tell me why I went home with you when I was little..."

"Regret it?"

"Hmm."

"I’ve never regretted it."

"Hmm?" Jasmine snuggled against him, pouting, "If you had another chance, would you take me home again? Even knowing I was from the Ximenez Family, would you...?"

"I would," Sylvan answered without hesitation.

Jasmine giggled, "Then it seems like you really enjoyed playing with me. Am I that much fun?"

Sylvan didn’t make a sound, his fingers gently caressing her soft hair.

The deep night was quiet, the beautiful crystal light casting a soft glow on both their faces.

His movements were exceptionally gentle, softer than the spring breeze.

He just like that stroked her long hair, occasionally gliding across her cheek.

With her eyes closed, Jasmine felt comfortable, but she just couldn’t fall asleep, and didn’t really want to.

For some reason, she was struck with insomnia.

She was covered with a quilt, not feeling cold at all, warm and cozy, but without a hint of sleepiness.

"I really like going to school... Winter break is coming up..." Jasmine babbled, "Mr. Carbon said he would take me skiing or to Old York for fun... I asked you to take me out before, and you never would... Stingy... I won’t cling to you anymore... You also think Mr. Carbon is good, I think he is, too..."

Sylvan’s movements stopped, his deep eyes shrouded in a boundless darkness.

No shine, like the deep waters of a dark pool.

"How long do you think it takes to develop feelings for someone..." Jasmine asked him, "Is three years enough?"

Sylvan couldn’t answer her.

Jasmine couldn’t answer herself either.

The air fell into an endless silence again.

The late night was too quiet, so quiet that they could hear each other’s intermingling breaths.

Jasmine still had no desire to sleep, chatting on and off with Sylvan.

"You tell me... who will get married first, you or me..." she laughed.

"Don’t think about such nonsense," Sylvan interrupted her, "Go to sleep, okay?"

"I can’t sleep, just can’t," Jasmine still felt the effects of the alcohol, her cheeks flushed, "If you’re sleepy, you go ahead and sleep. I’m not sleeping, not sleeping."