Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 282
Chapter 282 Her Baby Calls Her ‘Mom
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So, Chale Cheney made another phone call to Jasmine Yale.
“Jasy, Jasy…”
“Little Chale!”
“When are you coming home? The baby wants to watch a movie with you.”
“You go to the door, in one minute, Jasy will be there.”
“Wow!” Chale Cheney ran out joyfully with his short little legs.
Chale Cheney stood outside, eagerly waiting for Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale hung up the phone and couldn’t help but urge Sylvan Cheney: “Can you drive faster.”
“….” Sylvan Cheney smirked.
After finishing the formalities, Jasmine Yale decided – Sylvan Cheney belongs to Sylvan Cheney, Little Chale belongs to Little Chale, she will differentiate them clearly.
Once Sylvan Cheney finds a new mother for Little Chale, she will leave.
Little Chale stood at the door and finally saw his father’s car!
“Jasy!”
He waved his hand and rushed over.
The car just stopped, and Jasmine Yale leaped out from the co-driver’s seat.
She hugged Little Chale tightly, giving him a few kisses.
That kind of feeling was back.
The restrained and suppressed feeling from the past two days was awful.
Little Chale was innocent. He was just a child, obedient, well-behaved, and adorable.
“Jasy is here, have you missed Jasy?” Jasmine Yale asked him with a smile.
The little guy stretched out his small soft hand and rubbed Jasmine’s neck whilst laughing.
“Missed.” The little guy’s voice was soft and milky, revealing two rows of white baby teeth, “Is Jasy feeling better now?”
“All better.” Jasmine Yale gave him a few more kisses.
The little guy inserted his cool little hand into Jasmine Yale’s collar and smirked.
“Naughty boy.” Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but pinch his face.
During the entire process, Sylvan Cheney was like a background board, unnoticed.
He had no choice but to cough lightly.
“Uncle Cheney.”
Chale Cheney, who didn’t know what was going on, cooperatively called out.
“Call him dad.” Sylvan Cheney held him.
“Oh, dad.”
The little tyke’s eyes widened. Had Elder Cheney stopped lying?
For the first time, Jasmine Yale saw Sylvan Cheney holding a child so skillfully, completely different from the old Sylvan Cheney.
When he looked at Little Chale in his arms, his firm and icy face softened a bit.
There was affection in his eyes.
Jasmine Yale suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart.
He wasn’t as averse to children as she had imagined.
Perhaps, he just didn’t want her to have his child.
Sylvan Cheney held Little Chale and glanced at Jasmine Yale, teaching the little one to say, “Call her mom.”
“Ah…” Little Chale blinked his eyes rapidly.
This sudden happiness…
Jasmine Yale was so frightened that she took two steps back.
“Mr. Cheney, don’t do this, just call me Jasy.” Jasmine Yale was genuinely frightened.
Little Chale laughed, his little face seemed a bit embarrassed!
He had never called anyone “mom” before.
Shy.
“Can’t you call her?” Sylvan Cheney stared at the little guy’s tender face.
“Mom.” The little guy shouted with his face covered.
“…” Jasmine Yale didn’t know what to feel.
It was as if a calm lake was suddenly disturbed by the falling willow branch, creating ripples.
Shocked, confused, panicked…
This word was sacred in her mind.
She had fantasized countless times about the scene where her baby called her “mom.”
The little guy would definitely hug her neck happily and burrow into her arms.
However, she never thought it would be Sylvan Cheney’s son calling her “mom.”
Even so, her heart was still stirred..
