He still hasn't given her an explanation to this day.
Of course, he won't have the chance to explain in the future either, as he's forgotten everything.
Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, refusing to let her go: "Oh, I'm being unreasonable, then let me be unreasonable this once, okay? Jasmine, let me take care of you, I can take good care of you, and if I don't, you don't have to marry me, alright?"
"You simply can't take care of anyone!" Jasmine Yale was about to lose it.
How could he possibly know how to take care of someone?
He's been waited on by others all his life.
"I can." Sylvan Cheney argued with her, "You said the food I cook is delicious, what's wrong with that? You're pregnant now, and many things are inconvenient for you, I can take care of it all."
"You weren't born to take care of others." Jasmine Yale said flatly, "I won't let you take care of me, I can't afford it."
He's the favored son of heaven, the elite of Landon, like a tiger or a wolf.
