Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1280: Tools for Giving Birth...

Chapter 1280: Chapter 1280: Tools for Giving Birth...

Jasmine looked up and met Chale Cheney’s innocent, wide eyes.

His little hand pointed at a pancake not far away!

"I can’t reach it..." Chale Cheney looked at her with a pitiful gaze.

Jasmine was completely taken aback; she had to admit that these two words were like a fatal blow to her.

It was as if someone had pricked the softest part of her heart, an indescribable feeling, both painful and sweet.

Her throat felt blocked; suddenly, she was unable to speak a word.

No one knew how much she longed for a baby of her own, cute and cuddly, able to hop, jump, and laugh.

Of course, a child who would call her "Mom."

Chale Cheney kept looking at her with those pitiful eyes.

He knew Jasmine liked it when he called her "Mom," even though he always wanted Jasy to be his wife.

Wuwu...

But he liked her, he would indulge her.

To like someone was to let them do whatever they wished, to agree with whatever they said.

Awoo!

Mom it is, then!

Jasmine picked up the chopsticks from the table and gripped the fragrant scallion pancake with them.

Her hand, holding the chopsticks, trembled uncontrollably.

She couldn’t suppress it for long.

There was a complicated glimmer in her eyes, her heart pounding violently, feeling like a tingling current ran through her body.

Chale Cheney jumped off the chair, ran to Jasmine’s side, and shook her leg: "Jasy, hug!"

If Elder Cheney saw this, there would be another lecture.

But Elder Cheney was not there!

Jasmine could no longer control her emotions; she dropped the chopsticks and hugged Chale Cheney, pulling the little one close to her chest!

His soft little hand grazed her body, and Jasmine felt herself near collapse.

She didn’t know how much longer she could control herself.

This was her Little Rascal, her Little Rascal...

Her Little Rascal she had carried for seven months, lively and jumping...

Her eyes glistened, but Jasmine held back, placing the scallion pancake into Chale Cheney’s mouth.

Chale Cheney took a bite: "It’s delicious, Jasy eat too."

"Okay."

Chale Cheney thought Jasy didn’t want him anymore!

He would fully indulge in her affection before Jasy had to leave.

"How about feeding baby some milk?"

"Okay."

"Jasy, let the baby eat your sandwich, okay?"

"Okay."

"Jasy, you have to feed him, all of it."

"Okay."

Whatever Chale Cheney said, Jasmine agreeably responded.

It was all fine.

She was willing to do anything for the little guy, as long as he wanted to be spoiled by her, she would do everything.

Had Chale Cheney not brought her to the estate this time, perhaps... some truths would have remained forever unknown to her, right?

Sylvan Cheney, you are truly cruel.

He was a father, too, why should she be separated from her own flesh and blood...

She was not just a tool for bearing children...

She wasn’t.

Chale Cheney was content, sometimes calling her "Jasy," sometimes calling her "Mom," very naturally.

"Jasy, can you not leave?"

"I can’t, Jasy has to start school."

Jasmine didn’t want to leave, especially when she looked into Chale Cheney’s big eyes, her reluctance grew.

She saw the profound reluctance in Chale Cheney’s eyes.

And she felt the same.

No wonder she felt an unusual connection the first time she saw the little guy, it turned out she was not alone in this world.

Some ties are impossible to sever.

Jasmine’s heart was like a disturbed lake, suddenly unable to calm down.

She didn’t even know what to do, should she call Sylvan Cheney?

But, he didn’t like her meddling in any matter.