Chapter 153: The Woman Who Takes Care of Me

What about now, what do they look like now!

She was not married yet, sitting in his lap and him, well, still hugging and holding her despite being a married man.

While she was lost in thought, he had already ordered a few dishes.

Sylvan Cheney fed her a spoonful of Borsch soup, and Jasmine Yale drank it.

They were so close that they could see their miniatures in each other's pupils.

Just as Sylvan Cheney was about to feed her a second spoonful, Jasmine Yale turned her head away, looking dazed.

"Mr.Cheney, don't push me to be a mistress. This is my only life, once it's ruined, it's over."

"I don't want to be scorned, mocked with my head lowered in shame."

"My mother despises mistresses the most."

Jasmine Yale composed herself, maintaining a calm and tranquil demeanor.

"It won't happen."

Sylvan Cheney's eyes reflected certainty and depth.

"I have my hands, I can eat by myself."

Jasmine Yale didn't want him to feed her anymore. It felt too intimate.