"You heard what I just said—it's not easy to get pregnant," Aunt May shifted to a serious tone. "If he insists on precautions, your chances of conceiving are almost zero."
Jasmine Yale bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with a thin layer of mist.
Still, she smiled a little. "It's okay, I'm not too eager to have kids anyway. Giving birth is too painful, I'm scared of the pain."
Aunt May looked at Jasmine and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
This girl really accommodates Sylvan Cheney.
From the moment Jasmine walked in, Aunt May could tell she wanted a child. Now she's saying she's afraid of the pain—clearly, she doesn't want to make things difficult for Sylvan.
"Take your time. Men's thoughts can change. You're still young; you can wait," Aunt May advised.
"Mm." Jasmine nodded sensibly.
