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Actually, what she was doing more than anything was passing the time.

She glanced at the wall clock: “Mr. Cheney, aren’t you going to work?”

“I’m taking you to Maple Mountain.” Sylvan Cheney took a puff of smoke, “The snowy landscape there is very beautiful, and according to the weather forecast, it will snow in the afternoon.”

Jasmine Yale frowned in confusion.

Will it snow in the afternoon? She thought she heard that the snow had already stopped.

However, it looked gloomy outside the window, so maybe the weather forecast was ineffective.

But, even though she loved watching the snow, she didn’t want to go with Sylvan Cheney.

She took a sip of her tea and shook her head: “I’m not going.”

“Why?” Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow, he did not expect Jasmine Yale to decline, “Don’t you love it?”

“The weather is cold, I want to stay in.”

“Don’t think you can get rid of me with that excuse.” Sylvan Cheney narrowed his eyes.

“I have my period, I’d rather not move.”

“You’re trying to fob me off.” Sylvan Cheney’s eyes flickered.

She was trying to fob him off, genuinely trying to fob him off.

When did she learn to fob people off?

Jasmine Yale did not respond to that. She slowly drank her tea, without any desire to go out.

She didn’t want his compensation.

Besides, he had a fiancée now. She did not want to put herself in the spotlight.

Moreover, her time with him would not be long now…

“I can wait.” Sylvan stated.

He saw that she was deliberately dragging her feet.

“You don’t have to do this, seriously.” Jasmine Yale looked up, “You said my baby’s matter had nothing to do with you. I have forgiven you already. In fact, I was the one at fault. Three years ago, I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

Talking about this, she dropped her head again.

A reserved, quiet girl wouldn’t do such a thing.

If she hadn’t been drunk, she wouldn’t have clung to Sylvan Cheney.

If she hadn’t clung to him, there wouldn’t have been a baby.

Without the baby, there wouldn’t have been all these complications.

“Which did you not want to do?” Sylvan Cheney raised an eyebrow.

His gaze fixed directly on her face, burning her like fierce flames.

That matter, Jasmine Yale could never voice.

She said no more.

Sylvan no longer pressured her, lightly stating: “Let’s go, to Maple Mountain.”

He extinguished his cigarette and stood up.

He took Jasmine Yale’s scarf from the clothes rack, moved behind her, and tied it for her.

Jasmine, having no other choice, got up.

His hand suddenly rested on her abdomen, giving it a gentle rub: “Does your stomach still hurt?”

Jasmine Yale flustered, replied: “It doesn’t hurt.”

“That’s good.”

He rested his chin on her shoulder, rubbed it a little, kissed her on the cheek, then took her hand and walked downstairs.

Jasmine Yale’s heartbeat skipped a beat.

An indescribable feeling was spreading, like waterweed, tightly entwining her.

It was a long way from the city to Maple Mountain on the outskirts, about a two-hour drive.

Considering the snowy weather and slippery roads, Sylvan Cheney drove slowly.

Jasmine Yale sat in the passenger seat, silently watching the snow scenery outside the window.

The entire journey was beautiful, everything was covered in a white blanket of snow.

The farther they got from civilization, the more beautiful it got.

Ice hung sparsely from the tree branches, desolate and lonely.

It was very cold outside the car, but very warm inside.

Jasmine Yale didn’t feel cold. She held a thermos cup containing brown sugar tea that Sylvan Cheney had prepared for her.

The brown sugar tea was not too sweet, nor too bland, just right.

It was a taste she had grown to love since she was a child.

“Mr. Cheney, you didn’t have to accompany me.” Jasmine Yale felt a bit uneasy.