Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 618: Chapter 618: You Will Be With Elder Cheney, Right?

Jasmine Yale fed him a red grape.

“He’ll be fine, he’s just a little hurt. He still needs to take Little Chale out to play in the future!” Jasmine Yale cooed to him.

She didn’t know if this was a kind lie or not, but someday, the little guy would understand.

“Yes, yes, Daddy wants to take Baby out to play.” The little boy muttered, “Jasy, now that Daddy is back, will you stay with him? You said that, you like him.”

Uh…

Suddenly, Jasmine Yale’s face turned black.

She had only said that to cheer up the little guy.

But she hadn’t expected the little guy to remember.

The little guy, with too good of a memory.

“Jasy.” Chale Cheney blinked his big eyes at her.

Seeing her hesitating, his eyes radiated hurt and innocence.

Why was she hesitating, even though she clearly said she liked him?

“Jasy,” he called again, “You’re going to stay with Elder Cheney, aren’t you?”

Jasmine Yale, feeling helpless, nodded: “I live here.”

The little guy looked very satisfied!

He danced with joy!

“I knew it, Jasy can’t bear to leave me or Daddy!”

“…”

Jasmine Yale felt like, as long as Little Chale was happy, it was good.

He was already pitiful enough, she just wanted him to feel a little happiness.

Jasmine Yale sat and watched TV with Chale Cheney for a while, and only rose to go back to the kitchen once all the fruit on the plate had been eaten.

Unexpectedly, Miss Yolanda was still there.

She was talking with Sylvan Cheney deep down the corridor, standing tenderly beside Sylvan Cheney.

Occasionally she would whisper something into Sylvan’s ear, and sometimes she would laugh out loud.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

They were so far away that Jasmine Yale naturally didn’t know what they were talking about.

Jasmine Yale paused in her steps, retracted her gaze, and silently walked towards the kitchen.

“Miss Yale, are there any dishes that the young master particularly likes? We’ll cook them for lunch.” The cook asked.

Jasmine Yale stopped and chatted with the cook for a while.

She told the cook what Chale Cheney and Sylvan Cheney liked to eat.

Fearing she would disturb Miss Yolanda and Sylvan Cheney when she left, she stayed in the kitchen.

Until Miss Yolanda left.

In the afternoon, the gloom in the sky gradually dispersed, and the pale sun weakly shone onto the ground.

After lunch, the servants took Chale Cheney out to play.

Sylvan Cheney lit a cigarette, squinting as he watched Jasmine Yale, who was cleaning the coffee table.

Jasmine Yale felt his gaze and awkwardly looked up–

“Mr. Cheney, my things are still at my place. I need to get them.”

“Hmm, I’ll have Charles Mcintosh take you.”

“Okay.”

Jasmine Yale finished cleaning the teapot and cups, then poured him a cup of Longjing tea.

“I told Little Chale that your wounds will heal and that you’ll take him out to play. For Little Chale’s sake, you must cooperate well with the doctor for your treatment,” Jasmine Yale said.

“You’re quite good at coaxing children.”

“He’s still young, and you’re his only relative. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Like the incident today, it had scared her quite a bit.

Sylvan Cheney took a puff of his cigarette, not saying a word.

Jasmine Yale stood up, glanced at him, hesitating.

Sylvan Cheney narrowed his eyes, his gaze deep: “If there’s something you want to say, say it.”

“It’s nothing.” Jasmine dodged his gaze, “I just thought that Miss Yolanda might be better at taking care of people than me. It would be better if she came.”

“No one is born knowing how to care for others.”

“…” Jasmine Yale unexpectedly had nothing to rebut that with.

“Go get your things.” Sylvan Cheney commanded.

“Oh.”

Jasmine Yale obediently complied.

She had promised Sylvan Cheney and Chale Cheney, and she had no plans to break her promise.

Seeing Sylvan Cheney in his current state, it hurt her heart.