Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1116 - Chapter 1116 Chapter 1116 Really Had a Child

Chapter 1116: Chapter 1116: Really Had a Child Chapter 1116: Chapter 1116: Really Had a Child The weekend times were leisurely and comfortable, with Aunt Camden away, so she and Yukon Carbon were the only ones working in the shop.

Sweet Kitty didn’t move, lazily lying under the flower pot in the yard sleeping.

In the afternoon, when there were fewer customers in the shop, Yukon set up an easel in the yard and painted.

Jasmine Yale watched him paint, her memories suddenly leaping far away.

“Mr. Carbon, my mom also liked to paint, her paintings were very beautiful,” Jasmine Yale said pensively, “She especially liked Blue Demoness, and so do I.”

“I can paint too, what would you like me to paint for you?” Yukon knew her mother had long passed away.

“How about you paint me and Sweet Kitty?”

Jasmine Yale went over and picked up the cat that was sleeping on the ground.

“Sit nicely.”

Yukon picked up the paintbrush, and Jasmine, holding Sweet Kitty, sat opposite him.

The sun shone warmly on their faces, casting a layer of golden light on her face, making every subtle expression clearly visible.

It was a particularly warm, windless day.

Sweet Kitty lay in Jasmine Yale’s arms, lazily asleep.

Yukon sat in front of her and picked up the paintbrush.

With every stroke he was extremely meticulous.

Jasmine Yale, watching Yukon close by, had a slight upward curve to her lips.

This man was easy to get along with, even though he worked in a bank under great stress, but he didn’t have a hint of harshness about him; rather, he was like unpolished jade, humble and gentle.

Every move he made exuded a gentleman’s demeanor.

Yukon’s figure, along with his focus and seriousness, filled Jasmine Yale’s pupils.

She had come to Cakago to study just to enjoy three pleasant years of schooling; she really shouldn’t get angry.

Unpleasant things, once passed, were past.

Like now, she quite liked it.

Jasmine Yale was enveloped in warmth, squinting her eyes.

“It’s done,” Yukon eventually put down his paintbrush, “Have a look, if you like it, I’ll color it for you.”

“Sure, let me see.” Jasmine Yale, holding Sweet Kitty, came over.

Yukon pointed to the painting of Jasmine Yale: “Do you like it?”

“The painting is much prettier than the real person; my eyes aren’t this big,” Jasmine Yale was completely satisfied, “It’s beautiful, very beautiful.”

Big eyes, small dimples, slightly curved lips.

The her in the painting was even prettier than in person.

“This is how I see you,” Yukon grinned.

Jasmine Yale bent down to watch: “I’ll watch you color it.”

“Sure, can do,” Yukon picked up his paints again.

Sweet Kitty woke up, saw a cat in the painting too, and stretched out a paw to touch it.

Instead of touching the “cat”, it ended up with green paint on its paw.

Sweet Kitty looked perplexingly at Jasmine Yale, who laughed: “That’s what you get for touching randomly.”

Sweet Kitty gave Jasmine Yale a resentful look, Jasy is so fierce.

Yukon also laughed: “You treat Sweet Kitty almost like your own daughter; if you ever have children, you’ll surely dote on them incredibly.”

“Yes, a baby raised lovingly is surely pampered in the palm of a hand,” Jasmine agreed.

Yukon continued to paint while chatting with her.

Jasmine Yale did not think about the fact that she probably couldn’t carry a baby; perhaps in the future, if conditions allowed, she could adopt a child.

“Mr. Carbon, did you study painting? You paint really beautifully.”

“During my school days, I had more free time and learned a bit of everything, master of none, but just to pass the time,” Yukon said casually.

“That’s quite impressive,” Jasmine Yale admired him.