Jasmine Yale softly caressed the blurry image of the baby on the ultrasound.
In another six months, the baby will be born.
Although she knew Sylvan Cheney would no longer accompany her to the delivery room, by then, she wouldn't have the strength to ask him to go to the hospital, but she wouldn't blame him.
Today's checkup was already a borrowed happiness.
"Do you live alone?" Sylvan Cheney suddenly spoke.
"Huh?" Jasmine Yale looked up blankly, "Are you talking to me?"
"Idiot." Sylvan Cheney's lips twitched.
"I'm not living alone, I have an aunt with me." Jasmine Yale answered with a smile, "The aunt cooks really well."
Sylvan Cheney wasn't interested in this kind of stuff.
"Mr. Cheney, thank you so much for today. Can I treat you to a meal?" Jasmine Yale always felt that favors should be repaid.
"I told you, I don't want to have any contact outside of work with you anymore, today is the last time."
