Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2109: You Sure Know How to Take Advantage of Me

Jasmine Yale’s hand was a bit cold at first, but now that Sylvan Cheney was holding it, it was no longer cold.

When neither of them spoke, they could hear each other’s breathing in the car.

"President, I should head home now."

"I haven’t had dinner yet. Aren’t you going to invite me up for a bit?"

"President, don’t you think we’re moving too fast? So quickly, it’s making me panic."

"What’s fast?" Sylvan Cheney frowned, "We’ve known each other for three months already."

"I treat my nanny like my own mother. Meeting the family in just three months, don’t you think that’s fast?"

"Meeting the family?" Sylvan Cheney found the term amusing and laughed.

With her explanation, it indeed felt somewhat like meeting the family.

"Yeah, isn’t that what it is, meeting the family. President, you need to show me your better sides more often. That way, when I do meet the family, I can praise you."

"You sure know how to take advantage of me, getting me to show you my good side in such a roundabout way." Sylvan Cheney smiled, becoming more aware of Jasmine Yale’s cleverness, "Alright, I got it. I’ll treat you even better from now on."

"Not just me, but also our baby." Jasmine Yale rubbed her belly, "Okay?"

"Okay." Sylvan Cheney responded.

He lifted his hand to brush away the strands of hair by Jasmine Yale’s ear.

Just as he was about to pat her head, his phone rang.

It was Kade Yuvan.

"President, I’m going to attend a cocktail party at MIKE Hotel later. Are you coming?"

"Which companies are attending?"

"Cakago’s financial giants, representatives from several banks, and many small enterprises. It’s just a casual cocktail party."

Seeing Sylvan Cheney on the phone with Kade Yuvan, Jasmine Yale opened the car door herself.

She slung her bag over her shoulder, waved "bye-bye" to Sylvan Cheney: "I’m heading home first. Remember to eat dinner on time."

Sylvan Cheney nodded: "Yeah, go on, take it slow."

Jasmine Yale responded cheerfully and walked into the community.

As her belly grew bigger day by day, she walked even more slowly.

Sometimes, she didn’t rush home and liked to tease little kids by the roadside or take a look at the playful kittens.

At this hour, there were many people in the community. When she met someone she knew, she would greet them.

Suddenly, there was a sense of leisure and an unusual peace.

She had booked a plane ticket for three days later, and she hadn’t told Chale Cheney, wanting to give the little guy a surprise.

When she got home, Butler Santana had already prepared a table full of dishes.

She took the initiative to text Sylvan Cheney: Are you home? Drive safely.

Sylvan Cheney was probably driving and didn’t reply immediately. It wasn’t until she finished her shower, sat on the bed, and told the baby a story that she received his reply.

Sylvan Cheney: Got home.

Jasmine Yale: This late? Did you go out?

Sylvan Cheney: Yes, there was a social event.

Jasmine Yale: Did you drink? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Remember to drink hangover tea and take a shower. If you can’t get up tomorrow, you don’t need to accompany me to the hospital.

Sylvan Cheney: It’s not that serious.

Jasmine Yale chuckled, typed on her phone: Really not confused? Then send me a red envelope to see if you’re confused.

On the other side, Sylvan Cheney was changing clothes. When he saw Jasmine Yale’s message, he casually sent a "999" transfer red envelope to her.

Jasmine Yale was stunned, 999? US Dollar?

She smiled and typed a few words: Thanks.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t like texting, so he simply called her, with a slight drunkenness and teasing in his tone.

"Do you think I’m drunk?"