Sylvan Cheney went to the bathroom to wash his hands, while Jasmine Yale looked in surprise at the things on the table.
Why did he buy so much again...
"What are you staring at? Take a look and see if it's okay this time." Sylvan Cheney wiped his hands, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and in his white shirt, he looked gentle and handsome.
At that moment, the room had only the two of them.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head and started unpacking the bags; there really were a lot of things.
Some things were completely unnecessary to buy, yet he still bought them.
Jasmine Yale couldn't bring herself to discourage him, so she just smiled and said, "Didn't you say this morning that you wouldn't give me any more gifts in the future?"
"Did I?"
"Oh." Jasmine Yale cast him a sideways glance.
She rummaged through the items one by one, finding many children's things, even dolls.
Sylvan Cheney opened the food he bought: "Let's eat first; after eating, I'll take you somewhere."
