Chapter 454: Chapter 454: Difficult to Get Pregnant Again

Jasmine Yale was extremely upset.

However, Landon was his territory, and if he didn’t let her leave, she had no way to escape.

Joe Heath’s sudden disappearance surely had something to do with him.

Sylvan Cheney took her hands into his, noticing they were no longer cold, he gently covered her with the quilt.

“The winters in Landon are dry and cold, make sure you take care of your health and avoid getting sick again,” Sylvan Cheney let go of his emotions, his voice softening slightly, “Be obedient.”

“You can go to the Respected Majesty anytime, and if you don’t like it, I’ll find you another place.”

“The apartment you rented is still available, and I’ve bought you a condominium, I’ll give you the keys in a few days.”

Jasmine Yale stared at him.

He rarely spoke so much, he was usually a man of few words.

But she really didn’t want his compensation.

She didn’t need it.

Not at all.

Everything was lost forever; any compensation was useless.

Moreover, doctors told her that her health was poor and it was difficult for her to get pregnant again.

“Sleep,” Sylvan Cheney sat at the edge of the bed and looked at her.

Jasmine Yale didn’t know what to say, so she nodded and lay down.

She was holding a hot water bottle in her arms, her body was warm and not cold.

But the coldness in her heart didn’t warm up.

The wind was howling outside. Maybe because she had argued with Sylvan Cheney, they were both exhausted and Jasmine fell asleep quickly.

Sylvan Cheney stood by the window, looking outside.

The window glass was covered with a thin layer of mist, and it was hazy.

Outside the window, it began to snow.

The first snowfall in Landon that winter.

…

In the middle of the night, Jasmine Yale was awakened by a stomachache.

Her lower abdomen convulsed, the pain keeping her awake.

“It hurts… it hurts…” She tossed and turned in pain, her little hand clutching her abdomen.

The hot water bag had cooled, and despite the ample heating in the room, her hands and feet were still icy cold.

Sylvan Cheney, who was a light sleeper, immediately sat up when he heard the noise. He rushed to her bed and switched the bedside lamp on.

“Jasy!” He frowned and called out.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t open her eyes, only vaguely aware of someone calling her name.

She knew it was Sylvan Cheney.

He was the only one there.

Sweat dripped down Jasmine Yale’s forehead, the pain was unbearable.

She curled up, her voice weak, “It hurts…”

Sylvan Cheney touched her hand, it was cold.

“It’s okay, I’m here,” Sylvan Cheney’s face remained incredibly calm.

He warmed another hot water bottle for Jasmine Yale before going to the nurse to fetch medicine.

The light shone on Jasmine Yale’s face, her complexion pale as paper.

“Take the medicine,” Sylvan Cheney had two white pills in the palm of his hand.

He helped Jasmine Yale sit up.

Seeing her in such intense pain, his heart skipped a beat.

She usually had pain every month, but it was never this severe.

With feeble strength, Jasmine Yale leaned against Sylvan Cheney’s chest, letting him feed her the pills.

The warm water slid down her throat, easing her pain a little.

“Once you’ve taken the medicine you’ll feel better, don’t be afraid,” Sylvan Cheney stroked her head, pulling her closer into his embrace.

Jasmine Yale curled up, like a little kitten.

Sylvan Cheney gently massaged her abdomen, not too hard nor too soft, it was just right.

Seeing her like this, his heart pounded.

Jasmine Yale felt numb with pain, she reached out and grabbed Sylvan Cheney’s pajamas in a daze.

She hadn’t been this bad before, since she lost the baby, she had been plagued with illness.

“Good girl, sleep, I’m here,”

Sylvan Cheney comforted her, like comforting a child.