Chapter 645: Chapter 645: Being Able to Conceive a Baby Smoothly in the Future
“I’m sorry.” Jasmine Yale apologized to him again.
“An apology should be sincere.” Sylvan Cheney suddenly spoke up.
“What kind of sincerity do you want? If I can, I will. But it can’t be too much.” Jasmine offered a compromise, her gaze twinkling.
“From now on, I’ll make you traditional medicine every day; you must drink it on time.”
“Can I refuse?” Jasmine’s face darkened instantly, becoming a bitter gourd expression.
Drink it every day? Until when!
Just thinking about that bitter, unbearable traditional medicine, that dark bowl, that enchanting taste… She felt like life was unbearable.
“I’m doing this for your benefit.” Sylvan Cheney stated mildly.
Those herbs were meant to balance her health.
Of course, more importantly, they could help her gradually regain her fertility so that she could conceive a baby smoothly in the future.
Jasmine hung her head, she knew it was for her benefit.
Now every time she had her period, she was in unbearable pain, and the timing was quite irregular.
During these three years, she hadn’t taken good care of her health.
“If you find it hard to drink, I can accompany you and drink it as well.” Sylvan Cheney looked at her.
His gaze was deep like water.
The black pupils were filled with hidden gentleness, like a breeze brushing over willow flowers, gentle and warm.
“How long do I need to drink it?” Jasmine compromised.
“First, drink it for half a month, then I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up.”
“Hmm.” The corner of Sylvan Cheney’s lips rose slightly. He raised his hand, “Come here.”
Jasmine blinked in confusion and walked over to him.
She was standing while he was sitting.
When their eyes met, they merged into an endless depth of intimacy and affection.
“Help me undo the button at my collar.” Sylvan Cheney looked at her.
“You can undo it yourself. I think you just want me to do everything for you.” Jasmine sighed helplessly.
She bent over, leaning towards his neck, and delicately unbuttoned his shirt collar.
Her eyes were downcast, long lashes lightly trembling, delicate as butterfly wings.
This man, he’s really terrible.
She made a small mistake, and he took full advantage of it. If this continued…
Jasmine’s hand paused momentarily.
These two words wrapped around her heart like seaweed, creating a sense of stifling suffocation.
Why did she think of this word?
Jasmine curled up her lips in helplessness, pushing away her thoughts and continued to unbutton his shirt.
The warm breath she exhaled teased his neck, sweet and tempting.
Sylvan Cheney put his arm around her waist, pulled her onto his lap, and swiftly met her lips in a kiss!
“Hmm…” Jasmine furrowed her brows.
The sweet taste of the dried fruit still lingered on her lips. Sylvan Cheney deepened the kiss, savoring her sweetness.
His kisses were always domineering, but this domination contained a tender gentleness.
Their intimate lingering kiss.
It was ten minutes later when he finally ended the kiss.
The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere and a faint hint of desire.
Jasmine wiped the corner of her lips and moved away from him.
In the dimly lit room, a faint blush could be seen on her cheeks.
“Jasy, give me another chance, okay?” He looked at her from a near yet far distance.
His gaze was burning and profound, like the sea, without boundaries.
“What?” She looked at him blankly.
“A chance to be with you for the rest of my life.”
Jasmine was astonished, feeling a soft electrical current spread throughout her body, making her feel slightly at a loss.
His face was as cold and stable as ever, his tone was calm and sincere.
Jasmine finally snapped back to reality.
She smiled lightly: “Are you afraid that no one will marry you in the future?”