Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2181: The President Got Into a Fight

Jasmine Yale lay in bed resting for half a day, only then did her stomach feel a lot better, with no more pain.

The last baby was lost, and she was very afraid that this child might meet the same fate.

The baby was only six months old...

At noon, Jasmine got out of bed to help Butler Santana with the cooking.

Butler Santana didn’t mention seeing that back figure in the morning to Jasmine, it was just as well not to.

Jasmine now had a boyfriend, had forgotten the past, and started a new life, so let the past be the past.

Her only wish was for that Evan to be good to both Jasmine and her child.

"Miss Yale, it’s been cold these days, wear more clothes and keep warm."

"I know, I won’t catch a cold, you too, take care of yourself." Jasmine smiled warmly.

"Miss Yale, if you have time, let that Evan take you out for some air, it’s not good to always stay cooped up at home. Have him take you to places with good views, the weather is perfect for some fresh air."

Jasmine paused, then smiled: "He’s busy with work."

"Work isn’t an excuse, is it more important than you and the baby?"

Jasmine fell silent.

"Does he not treat the little one as his own flesh and blood? If he doesn’t, a man like that will always bear a grudge in his heart, better not have him!" Butler Santana said with displeasure, "Even if you get married, he won’t treat your baby well."

"He’s pretty good to the baby."

"Miss Yale, don’t lie to me."

"I’m not." Jasmine laughed, "Butler Santana, how dare I lie to you?"

"In that case, when the weather gets a bit better in a few days, find an opportunity, and have a meal together."

"He’s on a business trip these days, I’ll ask him when the time comes." Jasmine deflected, there were still many unresolved things between her and Sylvan Cheney, she didn’t want to involve Butler Santana so soon.

Butler Santana sighed inwardly and said no more.

Jasmine didn’t speak either, and lowered her head to help Butler Santana slice vegetables.

The rain outside was pouring heavily, you could hear the "whooshing" sound, and the sky was overcast, like night.

The wind was strong too, making the treetops rustle loudly.

Time off at home was quite dull, especially on rainy days, so Jasmine had to stay home reading books and playing games.

In the evening, Jasmine made some pastries, the fragrant smell filled the house.

"Miss Yale, the puffs smell delightful."

"Yes, cream can be too greasy, so I tried coconut oil this time, the taste is quite different!" Jasmine was very pleased with her results, "Have a taste."

Butler Santana took one, it melted in the mouth, unlike the overly sweet cream.

"It’s delicious." Butler Santana praised endlessly, "Miss Yale’s skills are good enough to open a shop."

"I once thought about opening a shop, but I’m too busy now, maybe in the future. Making pastries now is just to fill time."

Jasmine tried one herself.

Fresh out of the oven, the taste was exceptionally good.

One bite, and sweetness spread in all directions.

Suddenly, Jasmine’s phone rang, she took it out of her apron pocket and walked toward the bedroom.

"Hello, Assistant Yuvan."

"Jasmine, the president got into a fight with someone." The voice on the other end was urgent.

"A fight?" Jasmine’s eyes were filled with disbelief, "How could he possibly get into a fight?"

"I’m not sure, but it seems to be because of you."

Jasmine paused, an unidentifiable gleam in her eyes, she tried to calm her emotions: "Who did he fight with?"

"With a bank official who came over with several senior executives from headquarters, I heard he’s even a deputy bank manager."