Sylvan Cheney proactively put some food on her plate: "Eat up, having an appetite is a good thing."
"If I really have a little chubby baby, would you dislike it?"
"Dislike what? Any child of yours, no matter how chubby, would look good."
"CEO, where did you learn such sweet talk? Can I take some advanced lessons with you?"
Sylvan Cheney laughed, his eyes warm like stars and the moon: "Pay tuition."
Jasmine Yale picked up a piece of braised eggplant, reached her chopsticks out, and smiled, "Open your mouth."
Sylvan Cheney glanced at her disdainfully: "Eat it yourself."
"I'm upset now."
"..." Sylvan Cheney opened his mouth and ate it.
Jasmine Yale laughed like a child, incredibly happy, almost dancing with joy.
Under the lights, Sylvan Cheney in his white shirt looked gentle as jade, having shed his former aloofness and arrogance. Now, he complied with her every whim.
