Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2168: When He’s Born, I’ll Let You Hold Him
Jasmine Yale’s long hair hung over her shoulders, the soft strands accentuating the gentleness of her face.
She took a sip of plain water, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.
After listening to the voice message again, she saw a call coming in from Sylvan Cheney.
Jasmine Yale answered the phone, gently resting her head on the cushion, as the warm orange light cast a golden hue on her skin.
Sylvan Cheney was still standing outside, the alcohol yet to wear off, with a slight drunkenness in his eyes.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
Jasmine Yale chuckled, teasing, "Do you mean the story or something else?"
"You little rascal." He laughed, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"President, you’re drunk," Jasmine Yale said, "If you weren’t drunk, there’s no way you’d tell my baby a story."
"Why not!" Sylvan’s tone was somewhat irritable.
"You don’t like him," Jasmine Yale said lightly, "You said so yourself not a few days ago. Surely you haven’t forgotten already. You called him... never mind."
The words "little burden" just wouldn’t come out.
It was her own flesh and blood; how could she bear to say it?
She touched her belly, comforting the little one inside.
"Jasmine Yale... you..." Sylvan hesitated, clutching the phone, his brow tightly furrowed.
"Hmm?" It was rare for Jasmine Yale to see Sylvan Cheney like this; he was always so decisive, seldom hesitating.
"You..." Sylvan stammered for a while before finally asking, "Who do you love?"
Jasmine Yale was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean, who do I love?"
"Idiot." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"..."
"Do you love Yukon Carbon or Sylvan Cheney!"
"..." This time, it was Jasmine Yale’s turn to be dumbfounded, unable to speak for a moment.
It was the first time Sylvan Cheney had so openly asked her such a question, so direct that there was no pretense, like a nervous teenage boy, hesitantly seeking an answer.
Yet, because the answer was uncertain, he was nervous.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
The rapid breathing on the other end was accompanied by the howling wind outside.
"Forget it." Sylvan Cheney spoke first, chuckling, "You don’t have to answer me."
Why be so fixated on this answer?
What if it’s a disappointing one?
Or perhaps neither he nor that Yukon could compare to her deceased husband.
His head hurt a little.
Jasmine Yale felt a bit wistful.
He had forgotten their shared memories of more than a decade.
During those years, she had confessed to him, but he had forgotten...
"President, tell the baby another story."
"Hmm? No, what’s in it for me if I do?"
"When he is born, I’ll let you hold him."
"..." Sylvan Cheney was moved.
"The little guy is so soft and adorable in your arms, he’ll smile at you."
"..." Sylvan Cheney couldn’t resist the temptation.
"Will you tell one?"
"..." Sylvan Cheney was utterly persuaded, "Wait a moment."
Jasmine Yale smiled, the corners of her lips curving upwards, like spring breezes through willows in March.
"Jasmine Yale, has Yukon Carbon ever told your baby a story?" The voice carried a hint of jealousy and intoxication.
"No."
"Actually, I could..." Sylvan Cheney paused.
"Hmm?" Jasmine Yale was surprised, "You could what?"
"I could tell stories to your baby face to face, so he can hear them more clearly."
"Really? Then when you said he was an unwanted child, he heard that loud and clear too."
"..." Sylvan Cheney was suddenly at a loss for words.
He had said, even without a child, he wouldn’t become a father to a little burden.
