Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 231
Chapter 231: Chapter 231: Very Similar to Someone
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The little guy is very serious when it comes to doing things, especially when playing with his blocks.
Whenever he encounters difficulties, he would lie down on the carpet, with his little butt in the air, his big eyes blinking as he carefully examines the situation.
Jasmine Yale took a glance at the little one: he looks so much like someone when he’s focused.
Really.
Jasmine couldn’t help but turn her head to look at the sofa.
As a result, as soon as she turned her head, she met someone’s gaze.
She saw an unprecedented tenderness in his eyes, along with a slight smile on his lips.
Startled, she quickly lowered her head and continued playing with Little Chale.
“Jasy, where does this go?” The little one asked curiously, holding a red block.
Jasmine looked at it and took it from him, “Put it here.”
“Yes, that’s right!” The little one clapped his hands, clearly delighted.
“Little Chale, I heard you’re not eating?”
“Ah…” Little Chale hung his head down and cast a resentful glance at Sylvan Cheney on the sofa, “Did someone tattle on me?”
“Is that so?”
“No.” Little Chale pouted.
“You still insist on saying no.” Jasmine scowled, “How can you not eat? You are still young.”
Chale Cheney stayed silent, quietly playing with his blocks.
“What if Jasy feeds you, would that be okay?”
Chale Cheney smacked his lips, after a while, he reluctantly nodded.
Jasmine then brought over the lunch that Butler Santana had prepared earlier.
“Little Chale, come, take a bite.” She scooped a spoonful of rice.
Chale Cheney opened his mouth.
“Oh good, that’s more like it. If you don’t eat next time, I’ll have to spank you.”
“I am a good boy.”
“Yes, our Little Chale is the best.”
By coaxing and beguiling him, Jasmine finally managed to get the little one to eat about half a bowl of rice.
Sylvan Cheney had come over at some point. He took off his shoes and sat down on the carpet.
As soon as he came over, Jasmine felt uncomfortable and averted her gaze.
Interestingly, Chale Cheney seemed to understand the situation all too well and quickly stood up, grabbed his teddy bear and ran off.
“Jasy, I want to go in the garden and sunbathe.”
“Hey, I’ll come with you.” Jasmine quickly called out.
“No need, I’ll play with Butler Santana.” As he spoke, the little one ran out, disappearing like a puff of smoke.
Once Little Chale left, the awkwardness became even more obvious for Jasmine.
“You’ve been here for a while and haven’t said a word to me, huh?” Sylvan Cheney was the first to speak.
“Mr. Cheney, I have nothing to tell you.”
“So, you have nothing to say to me, but you have something to tell Hans Colin?”
“It’s not what you think. I just wanted to see him for the last time, that’s a common human courtesy,” Jasmine defended herself.
She moved a bit further from Sylvan Cheney.
Picking up a triangular block from the carpet, she toyed with it in her hand.
“I don’t do deals that are not profitable. What benefit do I get if I let you see him?”
Jasmine looked at him, seriously, must there always be a benefit?
“I can give you…”
“Shut up!” Sylvan Cheney yelled.
“…” Jasmine rolled her eyes.
All she could give him would be a few boxes of condoms. Anyway, aren’t they practical?
“Mr. Cheney, Little Chale has eaten enough, I should leave. If you really don’t want to do me this favor, then forget it.” Jasmine stood up.
Sylvan Cheney extended his hand, grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.
Jasmine fell onto him and pushed him away with force.
“Mr. Cheney, this is Cheney Residence, you shouldn’t act like this!” Jasmine gritted her teeth.
Three years ago in Cheney Residence, they were always proper and composed.
Even if she had feelings toward him, he never reciprocated..
