Those days, more and more roses piled up in Jasmine Yale's office.
They came in all sorts of colors, releasing a rich aroma.
Jasmine was reluctant to throw them away, so she took many of the roses home.
"Jasmine, where did you get so many roses? Are you secretly dating someone without telling me?"
Peyenne Jones curiously eyed the roses.
Jasmine shook her head: "No, remember I told you about a little boy I met? He's the one who gave them to me."
"A little boy? Isn't he just three years old?"
"Yes, but he's very smart, incredibly so, and also handsome. You should see his long eyelashes, they're prettier than a girl's."
"Jasmine Yale, so you have a taste for younger men." Peytonne Jones smirked playfully.
"Stop talking nonsense." Jasmine grunted, "I intend to treat him like my son."
"Why don't you have your own?"
"With whom should I, a single woman, have a baby? With you?"
