She was wearing his slippers, which didn't quite fit her, a bit too big.
Sylvan Cheney simply picked her up horizontally and carried her to his bed.
His bed was large and soft, exuding a clean aura, with the quilt neatly folded by Sylvan Cheney.
She knew he always had a cleanliness obsession, even Chale Cheney wasn't allowed to roll around on his bed.
He touched her swollen ankle, his brows furrowed, "Do you need some ointment?"
"No worries, it's a normal occurrence, it happens when you're pregnant." Jasmine Yale comforted him.
When she was pregnant with the first baby, it was the same, but back then he wasn't by her side, she hid and got through it alone.
It was her first pregnancy then, she knew nothing and easily panicked when encountering problems.
It's not like that now.
"Then don't walk around, just sit on the bed and rest for a while. Would you like something to drink? I'll go buy it."
"No need, I just had breakfast, I'm not hungry yet. How about I watch TV?"
