Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2082: Sylvan Cheney Holds Her Waist

Sylvan Cheney paused while organizing things and stopped.

After a long while, he said lightly, "Not coming anymore?"

His voice carried a hoarse heaviness, and there was a fleeting flicker in his eyes.

Jasmine Yale was originally joking with him, but she didn’t expect him to...

In the past, he never took her words seriously, how come men have emotional moments too?

"Do you want me to come or not?" Jasmine Yale asked teasingly.

"The key is in your hand."

"You! Is this considered bullying me?"

"If I were bullying you, I wouldn’t buy you snacks."

"Come here." Jasmine Yale sat on the bed, looking at his back. She didn’t like talking to him this way; she liked looking at him.

Only when looking at him did she feel at ease, able to capture the subtle emotions in his eyes.

With his back to her, she couldn’t guess his expression.

She didn’t like this uneasy feeling.

"What for?" Sylvan Cheney turned around.

"Come here," Jasmine Yale pouted, her watery eyes looking at him.

Sylvan Cheney, helpless, walked over to her, approaching the bedside.

Jasmine Yale suddenly sat up from the bed, knelt on it like a child, crawled over, and hooked her arms around his neck.

Sylvan Cheney was caught off guard, bent over, his brows slightly furrowed, "What are you doing?"

Her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing her face very close to his.

In his eyes, she saw a flicker of light, and also a hint of tension; he was worried about her.

Sylvan Cheney reached out to support her waist, afraid she would fall off the bed.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Jasmine directly asked, "Or are you really upset because of Mr. Carbon’s call? You smell strongly of smoke, you must have smoked more than one. I don’t like the smell of smoke, no more in the future."

"I know."

"Then tell me, do you have something on your mind?" Jasmine’s eyes looked straight into his.

Unfortunately, this man was good at hiding, and she couldn’t read him even after watching for a long time.

"What could I have on my mind?"

"Pregnant women are dumb, don’t play riddles with me, I’m too lazy to guess," Jasmine looked at him, "Since getting pregnant, I’m too lazy to do anything, especially thinking, so don’t make me think, if I guess wrong, it could be worse."

"I don’t have anything on my mind, don’t overthink." Sylvan Cheney pressed her waist, "Sit properly, stop fooling around."

"Okay."

Jasmine then let go and sat back on the bed.

"I’ll juice an orange for you." Sylvan Cheney walked to the kitchen.

In the bedroom, only the sound of the TV remained, and Jasmine watched it idly, lightly touching her ankle with her fingers.

The ointment on her ankle was very cooling, making her especially comfortable.

Sylvan Cheney juiced in the kitchen, during which his phone rang several times, and he answered each one.

They were all work-related matters, with several calls from Kade Yuvan.

Jasmine knew he was busy, but somehow felt it wasn’t worth it.

"Yes, I know, do as you see fit, give me the contract once you’re done." Sylvan Cheney held a glass of juice in one hand and the phone in the other.

He handed the clear glass to Jasmine.

Jasmine took it with both hands, smelling the sweet scent of orange juice.

She took a sip; it tasted great.

Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone and looked at her, "How’s the temperature?"

"Room temperature is just right." Jasmine took two more sips and raised the glass, "You should try some too."