Fated love: the unwanted bride

Sylvan Cheney rested his chin on her shoulder, his head gently rubbing against her, his lips brushing past her earlobe, the warm breath teasing her ear.

Jasmine Yale’s heart was racing, beating faster and faster.

Her back oscillated against his chest, hot, her whole body feeling the rush of accelerated blood flow.

Sylvan Cheney’s hands were restless, lightly touching her belly through her long dress.

The round, plump belly, the touch... it felt so wonderful.

He couldn’t quite describe the feeling, but his fingers trembled slightly, and as his fingers were connected to his heart, his heart trembled along.

The sunlight streamed in, quickening his heartbeat.

He was somewhat attached to this feeling, craving more.

His hand lingered on her belly, reluctant to let go.

Every time the baby inside moved, a different look would flash across his eyes.

"Sylvan Cheney, you smell strongly of medicine," Jasmine Yale deliberately frowned.

"Really? I won’t be able to bathe for a few days," Sylvan said helplessly, "Don’t like the smell? If you don’t like it, I’ll move away from you."

"It’s okay."

"..."

Jasmine basked in the sun for a while, feeling a bit lazy and uninterested.

She simply rested her head on Sylvan Cheney’s shoulder, languidly gazing at the scenery outside.

The sunlight on her face felt pleasant, she squinted her eyes, quietly watching.

Their shadows overlapped on the floor, intertwining into a beautiful scene.

As time passed, she leaned on him, whispering, "President, do you like Cakago?"

"It’s okay, nothing I really like or dislike," Sylvan said, "What about you?"

"I don’t have any attachment to a city; to me, wherever the people I care about are, that’s where I like."

"So who do you care about?"

"My baby."

"..." Sylvan Cheney felt that answer was worse than nothing.

Jasmine’s mood improved, her face warm and comfortable.

Sylvan playfully patted her belly, "Is your heart only for him?"

"Hey, Sylvan Cheney, are you hitting my baby?"

"Why not? When he’s born, if he’s naughty, he’ll get a smack."

"Sylvan Cheney, with that attitude, I don’t even dare let my baby be near you, you’re such a scary Strange Uncle." Jasmine half-leaned on him, letting him embrace her, as her eyelids drooped in sleepiness.

She didn’t mind his medicinal scent, it actually made her feel at ease.

Her small hand grasped his sleeve, adjusting to a comfortable standing position.

"Tired?" Sylvan Cheney looked down at her face, "If you’re tired, go rest on the bed."

"I woke up a bit early this morning."

"Can’t sleep?"

"Mm, the baby started fussing early, I couldn’t sleep."

"I said I’d spank his bottom, and you wouldn’t allow it."

"..." Jasmine snorted coldly, "He can fuss all he wants, but you can’t."

"Am I no match for him?"

"Of course not."

Sylvan Cheney suddenly felt very frustrated.

Not even equal to a child not yet born.

Sylvan lowered his head, brushing against her ear, his warm breath stirring her hair, "Jasmine, what do you feel about me..."

Jasmine moved her lips.

He had asked her this question many times.

What feelings, what else could they be.

"It depends on your behavior," Jasmine said lightly, "Poor performance, then we break up; good performance, we’ll see how it goes."

"I’ve never had experience in dating."