"So, how many grudges have you kept against me?" Sylvan Cheney squinted his eyes, curious, "Isn't it said that pregnancy makes you forgetful for three years? How come your memory's improved?"
"That depends on the occasion. If you scold me, I jot it down in my little notebook, one by one."
Sylvan Cheney raised his hand, ruffling her long hair, with a clear smile in his eyes.
Jasmine Yale fed him a few more pieces of apple and pear.
Sylvan used to dislike this kind of behavior, but now... he rather enjoyed it.
"President, are you discussing work stuff with Kade Yuvan?"
"Mm, the project he's in charge of."
"President, are you hiding something from me?" Jasmine asked with a smile, taking a bite of apple.
"What am I hiding from you? Order some food." Sylvan ruffled her hair again, handing her a tablet.
