Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1274: Whatever Her Baby Says Is Fine

Chapter 1274: Chapter 1274: Whatever Her Baby Says Is Fine

She hadn’t lied, today her mood wasn’t bad, it was just that a myriad of emotions was swirling in her heart, indescribable and unexplainable.

Chale Cheney nuzzled against Jasmine Yale.

He thought that Jasy seemed especially fond of holding him today, could it be because it was New Year’s?

After soaking in the hot springs, the night had slowly drawn its curtains.

Jasmine dressed the little guy and went with him to the living room for dinner.

"I had a lot of fun today," Chale Cheney said, looking at Jasmine with his shiny black eyes.

Jasmine passed him his rice bowl, "So, no picky eating, you need to eat more."

"Baby doesn’t pick food, Daddy is the picky eater."

Jasmine laughed.

Chale Cheney ate, and Jasmine also ate, but she would often drift off into her thoughts.

Her gaze repeatedly fell on Chale’s face, hoping to discern some kind of answer from it.

Baby was five years old now, soon to be birthday time.

"Jasy, this meat is tasty," Chale held up a piece of meat, wanting to feed Jasmine.

Jasmine leaned in, took a bite, and ate it.

Her eyes curved into crescents, never tiring of watching Chale Cheney, as if she could never get enough.

Inside her, waves of emotions churned.

She couldn’t bear to go back to Cakago, how could she bear it?

Chale Cheney was young and knew nothing, he just felt that Jasy seemed to really like him today.

A child could sense that.

"Jasy, let’s watch a movie tonight, the last time we watched a movie together was in Landon, back when Daddy was still there. The little tiger you bought for baby, you didn’t bring it..." The little guy had a good memory.

Jasmine was stunned for a moment.

They had indeed watched a movie together last time at the theater.

"Is it okay...?"

"Okay."

Whatever her baby said was okay.

Jasmine gazed at Chale Cheney indulgently, her heart brimming with joy, surprise, and astonishment.

Little Rascal, her Little Rascal, the one who would kick her stomach, the one who would fuss with her...

Rice grains stuck around the little guy’s mouth, Jasmine extended her hand, gently wiping them away.

Jasmine had no appetite, she just wanted to watch Chale Cheney.

After dinner, Chale Cheney took her hand and led her to the family theater in the estate.

"Jasy, what do you want to watch?"

"Jasy likes to watch cartoons."

"Wow, it’s a coincidence, Chaley also loves cartoons."

Chale Cheney skillfully selected a cartoon, then turned off the theater lights, leaving only the bright screen.

Jasmine and Chale Cheney sat on the cushy sofa, with Chale Cheney focused on the cartoon.

Jasmine, uninterested in the cartoon, just wanted to spend more time with the little guy, whatever they did was fine.

In the light of the screen, she observed the contours of the little one’s face, and how he looked when he smiled.

The little guy also had two shallow dimples when he laughed, like hers, perhaps?

Yes, like hers.

The cartoon was light-hearted and funny, Chale Cheney laughed merrily as he watched.

Jasmine pulled him into her embrace, her lips lightly touching his forehead.

She feared this was all a dream...

Halfway through the cartoon, Chale Cheney grew sleepy, starting to doze off in Jasmine’s arms.

His little hand clutched tightly to Jasmine’s sweater, his breathing steady, his sleeping face peaceful.

Jasmine looked down at him, unable to resist kissing his forehead again and again.

Hadn’t she longed to know what her Little Rascal would look like? Hadn’t she been eager to find out if the Little Rascal was a boy or a girl?

The corners of Jasmine’s lips curved into a faint smile, holding her baby tightly.

In her eyes was a moist glimmer, shimmering with tears.