Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 283
Chapter 283: Thousands Strands of Fate
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Chale Cheney stretched out his tiny hand towards her, a sweet smile on his little face.
Jasmine Yale was infected by his smile and reached out for his hand.
She kissed the back of his hand and said with a smile, “You should call me ‘Jasy’ first.”
She had no intention of being Little Chale’s mother, she simply liked him, liked him without any apparent reason.
The first time she met him, she felt a connection with this baby.
A connection woven from thousands of threads.
“As you wish,” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
Chale Cheney equally seemed more accustomed to calling her “Jasy”. He called out, “Jasy, let’s go to the cinema, okay?”
“Okay, let’s go to cinema.”
“Jasy, hold me.”
Little Chale wanted to jump out of Elder Cheney’s arms.
“Little rascal,” Sylvan Cheney gave his little buttocks a smack, showing his displeasure.
Jasmine Yale laughed and took him into her arms.
“Mr. Cheney, I will take Little Chale to see a movie, you can go and be busy.”
“Why wasn’t I aware that I am busy?” Sylvan Cheney raised an eyebrow.
“Daddy should come too” Little Chale hurriedly suggested, “Jasy, Daddy will buy us tasty snacks and movie tickets.”
“Jasy can also buy for you,” Jasmine Yale turned him down.
At least, she had never seen a movie with Sylvan Cheney.
Never.
“Jasy’s money should be saved to buy milk powder for Little Chale,” Chale Cheney suggested, “How about welcoming dad too? My Daddy is really nice, he is handsome and gentle and considerate in my eyes.”
Sylvan Cheney:
Jasmine Yale laughed, “Who did you learn that from?”
“The television.”
Jasmine Yale:”…”
“Okay,” Jasmine Yale reluctantly agreed, giving his nose a gentle tweak, “For your sake.”
It was already five o’clock in the afternoon.
The sky was growing dark and cold winds were blowing intermittently.
The wind blew, causing the withered leaves to fall from the branches.
The chauffeur drove the car, Sylvan Cheney was sitting in the back with Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney.
The little rascal was sitting between them, acting refined one moment and mischievous the next.
The presence of Sylvan Cheney made Jasmine Yale feel awkward.
She genuinely felt awkward.
This man seemed to have lost his memory, he didn’t mention a word about the incident where she had to terminate her pregnancy three years ago.
Or, did he not realize that she was pregnant with his child?
She restrained the impulse of her heart and tried to suppress it as much as possible.
Just as she was staring straight ahead, she suddenly felt a slight tug on her wrist that was resting on the seat
Looking down, Jasmine Yale caught sight of it.
Apparently, the little fellow has found a red string somewhere and was tying it around her wrist.
“Little Chale, what is this?” Jasmine Yale asked curiously.
The little fellow was seriously tying the string. His serious posture was identical to Sylvan’s.
Intently focused, oblivious to the outside world.
“A red string,” Little Chale answered solemnly, “Alright, it’s done.”
Jasmine Yale lifted her hand, it was a brand-new red string. There was even a purple crystal bead on it, gleaming and transparent.
“Where did you buy this?” Jasmine Yale asked.
Chale Cheney: “I asked it from Grandma Harsh.”
“Eh?”
Jasmine Yale was confused.
A twitch at the corner of Sylvan Cheney’s mouth, “How many times have I told you, it’s Hurst, not…donkey.”
Jasmine Yale burst into laughter!
Then, she had a sudden realization. It was Aunt Hurst!
Chale Cheney was poked by Elder Cheney and sulkily pouted, “Oh.”
However, the little fellow was forgetful. Three seconds later, he was happily leaning over Jasmine Yale’s lap, talking to Jasmine again.
“Jasy, Grandma Harsh said once the red string is tied, you won’t leave me.”
Jasmine Yale looked down and played with the red string in her hand. It was a very ordinary red string, and the bead was also common..
