Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2089: He Thinks She’s Just a Little Trickster

Pigeons soared, skyscrapers loomed.

The open space was vast, and Jasmine Yale stood to the side, holding Sylvan Cheney’s hand. The sunset dyed her black hair golden. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

She squinted at the beautiful scene before her, doing nothing but holding hands with Sylvan Cheney.

Their fingers interlocked, and their shadows stretched long by the light.

A breeze blew past, Jasmine’s long hair fluttered, she turned to look at Sylvan Cheney: "President, come with me for a haircut another day. It’s hard to manage long hair with a baby coming."

Sylvan Cheney frowned, lifting a hand, gently running his fingers through her hair.

"Could you not cut it? Long hair looks nice."

"You still like my long hair so much, huh?"

"Yeah." Sylvan Cheney sincerely nodded, "But it’s really hard to manage. I’ll come with you for a cut another day."

"My hair grows fast, in half a year, it will be long again." Jasmine leaned closer to him.

Sylvan Cheney stood behind her, pulling her into his embrace.

Through her clothes, his hands gently touched her belly.

Sylvan Cheney’s chin rested on Jasmine’s head, he lightly inhaled the fresh scent of her hair, his eyes filled with tender changing light.

Jasmine nestled against his chest, her gaze fixed ahead on the flying pigeons, her breathing gradually speeding up, somewhat unsteady.

Her heart, like a spring pool, stirred into a ripple.

Many people walked past them, and they seemed just like ordinary people, submerged in the crowd, quietly enjoying their own serene time.

Sometimes, Jasmine would smile foolishly.

If Sylvan Cheney hadn’t lost his memory, he might not have stood with her in the crowd, doing these things.

The sunset gradually sank, melting into a small, invisible dot, descending below the horizon.

The sky was slowly engulfed by night.

The streetlights lit up, the white pigeons returned to their nests, the surroundings brightly lit, just like daytime.

"I’ll give you a gift, hmm... so you won’t say I’m a little liar." Jasmine Yale pulled Sylvan Cheney into a shop.

"Aren’t you a little liar?" Sylvan Cheney raised an eyebrow.

Ever since he met her, he thought she was just a little liar.

He always disliked being deceived, yet when she deceived him, he accepted it gladly.

He feared one day she’d stop even doing that to him.

"President, is it appropriate to talk badly about me right in front of my face?" Jasmine stood by the shelf, "I’ll pick a necktie for you."

Jasmine picked very carefully, her gaze swept over tie after tie.

She knew he had plenty of ties and didn’t need hers, but she still wanted to give him one.

"This color is too flashy, this one too dull..." Jasmine mumbled as she selected, "This one’s okay, President, would you like to try it?"

Jasmine was meticulous in her way, picking ties while he just watched her.

A sales assistant approached, smiling broadly: "Madam, picking a tie for Sir?"

"I..." Jasmine intended to retort.

But Sylvan Cheney calmly interjected: "Yeah, her taste isn’t great, can you help her pick one?"

Jasmine glared at Sylvan Cheney.

The sales assistant smiled even more: "Madam has great taste. The tie in Madam’s hand is our store’s new arrival, a good business style."

"President, you need to try it, I can’t just do the picking." Jasmine took the tie and measured, "Shall I help you tie it? Would that be alright?"

"You know how to tie a tie?"

"Yeah, I do."