He scooped her up with his large hands and carried her horizontally to the bed.
Jasmine Yale was tired and didn't say much, she just hugged the comforter and closed her eyes.
As long as she didn't speak, the house was generally quiet.
Sylvan Cheney turned off the light and embraced her.
This time, unlike usual, Jasmine didn't snuggle into his arms demanding hugs; instead, she curled up on one side, like a cat.
In the darkness, Sylvan Cheney's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
After a long time, their breathing gradually steadied.
Jasmine Yale didn't speak, and Sylvan thought she had fallen asleep.
He didn't know how much time had passed—
Jasmine Yale murmured softly, "I want a baby..."
Really want, really want.
It would be best if it were a little girl who would smile with her, a sweet and soft little girl to hold in her arms.
However, this man was unwilling to give her another child.
She heard that men usually don't like to wear condoms unless absolutely necessary.
