Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1272: On the Cold Operating Table

Chapter 1272: Chapter 1272: On the Cold Operating Table

Jasmine Yale laughed abruptly, "You still have the nerve to say that? Did daddy spank you?"

"No, daddy doesn’t hit me."

Whenever Chale Cheney mentioned Elder Cheney, he felt a warm affection mixed with spite in his heart.

"You are not allowed to wet the bed tonight."

"I won’t, I’m already a big baby."

Jasmine sat on Sylvan Cheney’s bed, feeling an emptiness inside her, unsure what the feeling was.

Chale munched on the chips in his hand while he turned on the TV.

Sylvan’s bedroom was spacious, with bright, clean floor-to-ceiling windows. The glossy light poured in from the window and covered the floor.

Chale sat obediently on the bed, while Jasmine stared at the little guy’s face, unblinking.

As she watched, she habitually reached out to touch him.

Her carefulness resembled that of touching an age-old porcelain piece; she was afraid that with any carelessness, it might shatter once again in her hands.

She dared not be careless.

The light and brightness filled Jasmine’s eyes, more luminous than the sunlight outside.

Her heart trembled, and her fingers quivered along with it.

"Little Chale..."

"Um, Jasy?" Chale turned his head, looking at her.

"Come sit in Jasy’s lap," Jasmine opened her arms.

Chale’s eyes, large like purple grapes, stared at Jasmine, visibly flattered.

He clambered into Jasmine’s embrace, hustling!

In an instant, Jasmine held him tightly, not letting go.

The little one had a soft, small body.

It felt as if he would run away the moment she loosened her grip.

Just as in the countless dreams she had had before, she hadn’t watched over the baby properly, and the baby ran off, no longer wanting her...

No longer wanting her...

Jasmine’s reaction surprised Chale a bit, but he still enjoyed Jasy’s embrace.

He nestled like a kitten in Jasmine’s arms, letting her stroke his head.

From time to time, his small hand grabbed a chip to feed her.

Jasmine ate it with a smile.

She greedily observed Chale’s face, some ideas were just sprouting, but these sprouts... offered her endless hope.

The little guy was very familiar with Jasmine, and it was only in front of her that he would be especially mischievous.

He would rub against Jasmine’s waist one moment and hug her neck the next, creating endless frolic.

Jasmine let him be because this was a lively, adorable little guy, not a dream.

She could feel his body heat, feel his heartbeat...

He was a real baby.

Jasmine’s memory suddenly jumped back to the cold operating table.

That memory was the most painful one in her heart, not easily touched.

Now, she took the initiative to uncover that memory.

Alone on the cold operating table, with no help available.

She cried, shouted, screamed, but no one responded.

She had been knocked unconscious, remembered nothing, and when she woke up, the baby in her stomach was gone.

The memory was so painful, just a slight touch now, and it was like bleeding profusely.

Jasmine’s heart clenched.

Chale hugged Jasmine’s neck, "Jasy, let’s go watch a movie or go to a hot spring!"

Jasmine’s thoughts were disrupted by his sweet, glutinous voice, and she glanced outside—

At this moment, the sun was setting, the sky filled with rosy clouds, and the white clouds dyed orange, extraordinarily beautiful and captivating.

This was indeed a good time for a hot spring.

She lifted the corners of her lips and eased the little guy down, "Alright, let’s go to the hot spring together."