Chapter 2536: Is the Baby About to Be Born? How Many Months Left?

Sylvan Cheney grabbed her little hand, pressing his forehead against Little Clementine’s forehead: "Do you want to eat it? Shall I peel it for you?"

His voice was exceptionally gentle, with a magnetism.

Little Clementine happily waved her little hands.

Sylvan Cheney unwrapped the lollipop, the strawberry-flavored lollipop emitting a fresh scent.

Little Clementine watched eagerly, very pleased, immediately opened her mouth to lick it.

Sylvan Cheney brought the lollipop closer to her lips, letting her take a gentle bite.

Little Clementine tried to bite the lollipop, but Sylvan Cheney didn’t allow it, only letting her taste it briefly before taking it away.

Little Clementine reached out her little hand to try and snatch it from Sylvan Cheney, but how could she win against him? Frustrated, she scratched her head in exasperation.

"Alright, just a taste is enough; too much sugar and you won’t grow teeth." Sylvan Cheney coaxed patiently.

Little Clementine couldn’t understand, only staring straight at the red, round candy with big, shiny eyes full of expectation and curiosity, still wanting to eat.

Sylvan Cheney held Little Clementine and took a fluffy bunny from the stroller, placing it in her arms.

Little Clementine was very satisfied, hugging the bunny tightly, rubbing against Sylvan Cheney’s body, delighted.

Sylvan Cheney held her in one arm, with the lollipop in the other.

Little Clementine wasn’t heavy, but she was fair and tender, well-kept.

The buttons on Sylvan Cheney’s collar were open, and Little Clementine touched his neck with her chubby little hands, even trying to kiss Sylvan Cheney’s face.

Sylvan Cheney was tickled but showed no sign of dislike, letting her play around.

The sunset shone on the corners of his upturned mouth, his eyes clear and gentle with a soft light.

Little Clementine played joyfully with Sylvan Cheney; she probably liked the scent from him very much, leaping to kiss him.

Jasmine Yale turned her head, unable to watch any longer, and walked over.

With a slight force, she took Little Clementine from Sylvan Cheney’s arms, lowering her head to tidy Little Clementine’s clothes: "Let’s go, time to head home."

Little Clementine wasn’t willing, stretching her arms toward Sylvan Cheney, her big eyes looking at him pitifully.

"Let me hold her a bit longer." Sylvan Cheney stepped closer.

"Do you like children that much? Don’t forget, you’ve said yourself that you don’t like kids." Jasmine Yale’s face was cold.

"I quite like Little Clementine."

"Isn’t Erin Janus’s child due soon? How many months left?"

Sylvan Cheney fell silent.

Jasmine Yale sneered: "CEO, women need men’s care most during pregnancy and childbirth, so you shouldn’t be here now, but by her side. If you miss her entire pregnancy and childbirth, you’ll both regret it for a lifetime."

Perhaps because Jasmine Yale’s voice was too cold, Little Clementine was scared and cried, desperately trying to escape Jasmine Yale’s embrace and leap towards Sylvan Cheney.

She threw the little white bunny to the ground, extending her two little hands towards Sylvan Cheney, in a gesture wanting to be held.

Sylvan Cheney moved closer: "Little Clementine quite likes me."

Jasmine Yale pressed down Little Clementine’s hand: "Whether she likes you, I don’t know; but since this is your last time seeing her, she definitely won’t remember you in the future. Besides, children this young have no ability to distinguish; she only likes your candy."

Under the sunset, Jasmine Yale’s expression was cold, her eyes devoid of warmth.

She didn’t even glance at Sylvan Cheney, her gaze only falling on her daughter.

While Little Clementine’s eyes brimmed with tears, looking about to cry, full of grievance.