Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2074: Someday She Would Wait for Him Again

She recognized his handwriting, elegant and unrestrained.

The two characters were carved with great care, understated, yet unable to hide the seriousness and focus contained within.

Jasmine Yale gently caressed the carved words with her fingers, her eyes filled with a deep smile.

After all the sails had passed, after the seas had changed and the mulberries withered, she never thought she would wait for him one day.

When she was stubbornly in love with him back then, she never thought he would like her. Meeting him, she didn’t realize how many lifetimes of fortune and luck it took.

Jasmine Yale placed the bookmark inside the book.

She touched her belly, "Baby, do you think the gift that daddy gave is beautiful? When you’re born, we’ll have him buy more beautiful things, alright?"

She stood up, took the storybook to bed.

The baby in her belly was very well-behaved, occasionally kicking her, but as soon as she started telling a story, the little one would be very obedient.

About half an hour later, Sylvan Cheney sent a WeChat message, "I’m home."

"Is it very cold outside? Take a hot bath and sleep early, I’ve folded your pajamas, they’re in the wardrobe."

"I saw it, it feels like the apartment isn’t so empty today."

"Why."

"Because you’ve been here."

Jasmine Yale blushed; this man’s ability to say sweet words... was getting better and better.

Jasmine Yale sent another message: I’m going to sleep, good night, see you tomorrow.

Sylvan Cheney: Hmm, good night.

Putting down the phone, Jasmine Yale’s heart was still pounding.

She reached out to turn off the light, but in the dark, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her mind full of his image, his voice, his smile.

It turns out a person’s heart is very small, so small that among so many people in the world, the one she loves is just that one.

Once you’ve seen the ocean, nothing else compares; after visiting Mount Wu, no other clouds suffice.

With him, Jasmine’s life could be like a dream.

...

Early the next morning, Jasmine Yale didn’t sleep in; she hummed a song and made some snacks, all Sylvan Cheney’s favorites.

Butler Santana was surprised, "Miss Yale, why didn’t you sleep a little longer? Was the little one fussy last night?"

"I... I’m going to deliver breakfast to a friend, so I won’t sleep in," Jasmine Yale said with a smile, "The baby was very good, not fussy last night."

Butler Santana saw Jasmine Yale’s smiling face and guessed right away, it must be that Evan again.

A grown man, with hands and feet, getting a pregnant woman to deliver breakfast, so shameless.

Butler Santana even began to doubt whether he could bring happiness to Jasmine Yale.

Have to know how much Mr. Cheney cherished Jasmine Yale, truly doting on her, how could this Evan compare to Mr. Cheney?

She couldn’t understand what Jasmine Yale saw in him, but she was more and more skeptical of this Evan, truly afraid he was deceiving Miss Yale’s feelings.

"Miss Yale, you’re pregnant, how about I go deliver it?"

"Well... I’ll do it, he happens to be free today, said he’d take me for a walk in the park."

"Miss Yale, it’s that Evan, right? Shouldn’t he be the one delivering breakfast to you?"

"He just got back from a business trip yesterday, too tired, I’ll bring it to him, plus he’s picky, doesn’t like much else, just loves the breakfast I make."

"That grown man should be ashamed for having a pregnant woman deliver breakfast."

"Butler Santana, it’s okay, he’s genuinely too tired, and going out for a walk in the morning is good for the baby too."

Butler Santana saw that Jasmine Yale was truly enchanted, it seemed she had really fallen for that Evan.

Soon, Jasmine Yale skillfully packaged the breakfast and also brought freshly made soy milk for Sylvan Cheney.