However, her heart was pounding.
"If there's no problem, we'll go to Cakago."
"Okay." Jasmine Yale lowered her head to eat, not saying much.
She knew that Sylvan Cheney always had his own ideas and thoughts. At least now he would share some of what's on his mind with her.
She didn't expect too much either; some things simply can't be forced.
After knowing him for eighteen years, she gradually understood that he wasn't someone who liked being controlled by others. He liked to seize his own destiny.
If he didn't mention having more children in the future, she wouldn't bring it up again either.
She knew he wasn't very fond of kids. Now that he already had a son, he probably wouldn't want another child.
After dinner, Jasmine Yale received a text from Ann Nolan.
The text said she had boarded the plane and was heading back to Old York, not to worry.
Jasmine Yale knew that the emotions Ann held within were something no one else could fully empathize with.
