Chapter 1587: Chapter 1587: I Want a Baby
The afternoon sunlight grew increasingly lazy and languid.
A playful squirrel lived on the tree in the courtyard, jumping up and down tirelessly, full of charm.
Vermilion walls, glazed tiles, a strikingly picturesque view.
Jasmine Yale, satisfied after her meal, sat by the window, cupping a warm tea in her hands, reluctant to leave.
Sylvan Cheney lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and lounged on the sofa in the private room.
Jasmine admired the scenery, but most of the time, he was admiring her.
With her rosy lips, pearly teeth, and eyes bright with charm, Jasmine Yale was far more captivating in his eyes than any view.
“This little squirrel is so funny. If Chale were here, he’d definitely love it,” Jasmine said, leaning on the windowsill, her eyes fixed on the squirrel darting around.
“He likes little foxes.”
“Guess what I like?” Jasmine deliberately teased.
“Hmm? You like me.”
“…” Jasmine rolled her eyes.
The little squirrel, clearly domesticated, wasn’t afraid of people. One moment it nibbled nuts, the next it darted around with boundless energy.
The harmonious and joyful scene filled Jasmine’s heart with warmth.
Sylvan smoked, less idly than Jasmine, as he intermittently took calls or replied to emails.
At that moment, Jasmine noticed a familiar figure flash by in the distance.
“Honey, I think I just saw Miss Harry. There’s a man with her, looks young,” Jasmine said.
Sylvan lifted his head and also caught sight of the two familiar backs.
“Yes, it’s her.”
“Does she have a boyfriend now?” Jasmine observed the man holding Joan Harry’s waist intimately.
“Other people’s private matters aren’t for you to intrude upon.”
“Oh.” Jasmine pursed her lips and dropped the subject.
The kind of afternoon that easily lured one into drowsiness.
The early spring sunlight was especially warm.
“Honey, let’s go home? I feel like taking a nap,” Jasmine said lazily.
“Let’s go.” Sylvan extinguished his cigarette, got up, his usual air of refinement and aloofness intact, though his gaze softened with a hint of indulgence when it rested on Jasmine.
The drive from the restaurant to Cheney Residence wasn’t far, only about thirty minutes.
In the car, the radio played a lulling broadcast: Recently, seventy-five-year-old UT financial magnate Mr. James attended a press conference, announcing his planned retirement later this month, handing over management of his financial company to his son-in-law Kieran Janus and daughter Anna…
Jasmine propped her head against her hand, yawning repeatedly.
Listening to the broadcast, she casually remarked, “Kieran Janus, that name sounds like someone from back home.”
“He is, from Landon. Married a Western woman.”
Sunlight filtered into the car, making Jasmine feel drowsy.
Maybe it was because she’d eaten her fill, but a strong sleepiness came over her.
“Honey, I’m going to nap for a bit. Wake me when we’re home. I still need to finish translating that document for you—just a little left,” Jasmine murmured as her voice trailed off, succumbing to the broadcaster’s soothing tone and falling asleep.
Sylvan drove steadily; she was accustomed to napping during his drives.
Cheney Residence.
When the Rolls-Royce turned into the garage and stopped, Jasmine was still asleep.
Sylvan didn’t wake her. Instead, he carried her upstairs to the bedroom.
The bed was soft and inviting. As he tucked the blanket around Jasmine, she stirred slightly in a half-dream state, shifting her arm and murmuring—
“I want a baby…”
Her voice was faint, her eyes remained closed, her lips just barely moving.
Before Sylvan could respond, she sank back into deep sleep, clutching the blanket with one small hand, leaving only half of her fair face visible.
This time, she didn’t speak again, falling into a sweet and tranquil slumber.