Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 1984: I Made the Mistake, I’ll Take Care of Her

"I will." Sylvan Cheney agreed with a sincere expression on his face. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The female doctor made an "OK" gesture and smiled slightly, "Go see the pregnant woman. If there are any issues, you can call for the nurse anytime."

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

The female doctor in a white coat left.

Sylvan Cheney stood in place, his intense heartbeat finally calmed down, back to normal.

His forehead was covered in sweat, at this moment, he knew he should be thankful.

From Jasmine Yale’s every move towards the child, he could tell that she loved her child very much and wouldn’t allow any harm to come to them.

"CEO, it’s okay now, you can rest assured." Elder Axel also let out a sigh of relief, his heart finally settled.

"Yes, it’s all right."

"Then CEO... are you going to see Miss Yale, or maybe call her family?"

"The mistake was mine, I will take care of her."

"Take care?" Elder Axel was surprised for a moment, staring at Sylvan Cheney for a while. In his eyes, Sylvan Cheney wasn’t someone who would take care of others, he couldn’t even take care of himself.

Moreover, entangled with a woman whose reputation wasn’t very good, wasn’t the CEO afraid?

"CEO, why not hire a caregiver? You’re definitely not good at taking care of people..." Elder Axel said.

"I know my limits."

"CEO, the amusement park project is at a crucial stage, I think... you should be careful not to be caught by entertainment gossip reporters."

Sylvan Cheney didn’t respond and strode towards the ward.

Elder Axel was a bit embarrassed, he had meant well.

Because in terms of Jasmine Yale’s personal life, it was said not to be very discreet.

Sylvan Cheney’s steps were urgent, he walked to the ward door and pushed it open.

The nurse had already settled Jasmine Yale in, at this moment, Jasmine Yale was quietly asleep, her face showing fatigue and weariness, but asleep she was peaceful and gentle.

Sylvan Cheney lightened his footsteps and slowly walked to the bedside.

She was receiving nutrients, her fair little hand was exposed, icy cold.

Sylvan Cheney stood motionless, lowered his head, his gaze landing on Jasmine Yale’s face.

In the early hours, the hospital was silent, especially inside the ward, no sound could be heard, only the smell of medicine floating in the air.

The clean Jasmine Yale slept soundly, without the usual chatter and cheerfulness, appeared exceptionally quiet.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t like her this way, her joyful voice echoed in his ears—

"It’s so interesting, CEO, look at that spraying elephant, it’s made so real."

"Hmm, that giraffe is also interesting, so tall, could it be that sitting in the office you could touch it? Working in a place like that is very interesting, feels like every day is full of fun. Mr. Dick’s employees must be interesting too, definitely not rigid, not stubborn, surely all very enthusiastic."

"The entire amusement park has a sense of design, CEO, when we make a playground, we should also invite famous designers."

Most of the time, she called him "CEO."

Most of the time, she seemed not to know worry, happy like a child.

But when it came to work, she was serious.

She would humbly ask him for guidance, even pregnant, she wasn’t pampered, and would share work with colleagues.

He called her "idiot," yet she never talked back.

He said her work was mediocre, she genuinely thought she didn’t do well enough and strived with all her might to improve.