"Jasmine, don't say that. It makes us sound like strangers. We're closer than that—my money is your money."
Jasmine Warren's heart warmed, but her tone was deliberately lighthearted. "Babe, don't even say that. That's his money he gave you; I can't possibly use it. Besides, you need to start saving for your baby now. What if it's a little boy? He'll need it to get a wife someday, you know."
"Sigh…" At the mention of the baby, she instinctively placed a hand on her stomach and sighed.
'This is my baby, but it's Tristan Grayson's, too. I can't let our child live in poverty. This money has to be saved for them.'
But if Jasmine really lost her job because of this, there was no way she could escape the responsibility. It would be her duty to support Jasmine. "Jasmine, I'm so sorry…"
