Chapter 504: This little appearance, so much like Jasmine Yale

Sylvan Cheney looked at her in such a state, his heart gripped.

He gently kissed her forehead, and then turned around to fasten the buttons of his shirt.

"Are you really not coming to the hospital with me?" Sylvan Cheney asked.

"Am I too heartless..."

"A little."

Sylvan Cheney glanced at her.

"I'll make some plain congee. You can bring it to Little Chale. If his stomach is upset, he probably won't be able to eat anything else." Jasmine Yale got out of bed.

She always couldn't bear to be harsh on that little guy.

Her affection towards him was more like an instinctual response.

Sylvan Cheney didn't reject her, if she didn't want to go now, there would be plenty more opportunities in the future.

When she finished making the congee, Charles Mcintosh was already waiting downstairs for Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney, carrying the thermos, sat in the passenger seat.

The outside was gloomy, with mist still lingering.