"I'm sorry." Jasmine Yale apologized to him again.
"An apology should be sincere." Sylvan Cheney suddenly spoke up.
"What kind of sincerity do you want? If I can, I will. But it can't be too much." Jasmine offered a compromise, her gaze twinkling.
"From now on, I'll make you traditional medicine every day; you must drink it on time."
"Can I refuse?" Jasmine's face darkened instantly, becoming a bitter gourd expression.
Drink it every day? Until when!
Just thinking about that bitter, unbearable traditional medicine, that dark bowl, that enchanting taste... She felt like life was unbearable.
"I'm doing this for your benefit." Sylvan Cheney stated mildly.
Those herbs were meant to balance her health.
Of course, more importantly, they could help her gradually regain her fertility so that she could conceive a baby smoothly in the future.
Jasmine hung her head, she knew it was for her benefit.
