Jasmine Yale stood at the bathroom door, her gentle gaze resting on Sylvan Cheney.
Her lips gradually curved into a smile, she watched him intently, and the wave in her heart that had just calmed surged again.
Whatever he did, he did it seriously, even when cleaning up the dishes, he was fully focused.
In contrast, Jasmine Yale had nothing much to do, so she slowly walked to the roses and bent down to fiddle with their petals.
She tidied up the things he bought, only then did she realize, he really bought everything.
"This is quite cute." Jasmine Yale pinched a fluffy doll and said with a laugh, "The baby should like it very much."
"Then, who do you think your baby would like more, me or the doll?" Sylvan Cheney asked lightly.
"Huh?" Jasmine Yale looked up at him, "Of course the doll, do you even need to ask? You're not as good-looking as a doll, not as cute as a doll, and not as fun as a doll."
"Damn." Sylvan Cheney muttered, really knew how to bully someone.
