Outside the window, the stars were scattered, and the lotus-shaped streetlights looked beautiful, the light was faintly glowing, as if covered with a layer of white gauze.
The road was bustling, surrounded by shops of all kinds.
Did he get out of the car to buy something?
Jasmine Yale sat quietly in the car waiting, her hands touching her belly, it was getting bigger, visibly swelling day by day.
She leaned back in the seat, calm and tranquil, without any fluctuations at the moment.
She didn't have to wait long before Sylvan Cheney returned.
He had a bouquet of red roses in his hand.
As soon as he got in the car, he tossed the roses into her arms, shut the car door, fastened his seatbelt, and continued driving.
"Hey!" Jasmine Yale held onto the big bouquet of roses, her heart unexpectedly skipping a beat, such beautiful roses, vibrant in color, "President, are these for me?"
"Idiot."
