Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1271: Sylvan Cheney, you damn bastard

Chapter 1271: Chapter 1271: Sylvan Cheney, you damn bastard

Chale Cheney saw Jasmine Yale looking at him and felt embarrassed, covering his face.

"Why is Jasy staring at the baby..."

Only then did Jasmine Yale realize and rubbed his head, her voice very gentle, "Because you’re beautiful."

No matter how she looked, it was never enough.

Probably because Jasmine Yale was too gentle, Chale Cheney felt even shyer.

No one was nicer to him than Jasy; he wished he could be with Jasy every day.

Jasmine Yale squatted down, her fair fingers sliding across his cheek, tracing the contours of his face.

The little guy was five years old.

If her child had still been alive, they too would have been a preemie, born on the same day, and also five years old.

Ha...

Also five years old.

Sylvan Cheney, you bloody bastard.

Jasmine Yale squatted in front of Chale Cheney, looking at him non-stop, with warmth in her palm like the spring breeze through willows.

Chale Cheney gazed steadily at Jasmine Yale, not quite understanding her actions, but he liked being touched by Jasmine Yale.

In Jasmine Yale’s pupils, there was only the little guy; and in the little guy’s small pupils, there was only Jasmine Yale.

They looked at each other, surrounded by a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

At some point, a shallow mist of tears rose in Jasmine Yale’s eyes, layer by layer, faint, spreading like ink blending into water, laying out at the bottom of her eyes.

Her eyes, already watery, now seemed even more spirited.

Chale Cheney thought she was crying.

He took out a potato chip from his bag and gave it to Jasmine Yale to eat, "Jasy, this is delicious, tomato flavor."

Chale Cheney’s big eyes flickered hazily, both cute and lovable.

Jasmine Yale ate the potato chip.

Yes, tomato flavor, very tasty.

This New Year’s, on the first day of the New Year, Jasmine Yale felt a mix of emotions in her heart.

That uncertain idea was now suppressed in her chest, like a stone blocking it.

Seeing that Jasmine Yale’s mood hadn’t improved, Chale Cheney couldn’t help but reach out to caress her face, "Jasy, don’t you like it here?"

Jasmine Yale then put away her emotions, and smiled, "This place is very interesting, Jasy likes it here a lot, shall we go upstairs and check out the rooms?"

"Sure, Jasy, this is for you." The little guy stuffed a bag of potato chips into Jasmine Yale’s hands.

Jasmine Yale took it, climbing the stairs together with the little guy.

Chale Cheney could take her into every room here, including Sylvan Cheney’s room.

"Jasy, let’s sneak sleep in Elder Cheney’s room, okay? His room is the biggest. While he’s not at home..."

"Is that okay?"

"It’s fine, he won’t know. I’ll make Uncle Fand and Uncle Kendall pretend they don’t know either."

Jasmine Yale agreed.

Sylvan Cheney’s room still carried his personal style, simple and generous, understated and restrained, much simpler than the exterior decoration.

The black and white main color scheme was very comforting.

The bedroom arrangement had not been changed, with a laptop on the desk that had not been turned on for a long time.

Jasmine Yale opened the wardrobe, where his clothes that he didn’t take with him remained.

The clothes, too, were in his style, and seemed to still carry his scent.

"Jasy, do you like it here?" The little guy lay on Sylvan Cheney’s pillow, tilting his head to look at Jasmine Yale.

If Dad were home and knew he was climbing all over his bed, he’d get a spanking.

But with Elder Cheney not at home, the monkey calls himself king.

Ao woo!

Jasmine Yale looked at Sylvan Cheney’s clothes in the wardrobe, as if he hadn’t gone far and was still in the manor.

However, clothes were just clothes.

"I like it." Jasmine Yale closed the wardrobe.

"Jasy, I’ve wet Elder Cheney’s bed before." Chale Cheney covered his face.