Fated love: the unwanted bride

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“It needs Mr. Cheney’s permission.” Tomer said solemnly and earnestly.

Chale Cheney felt very hurt; indeed, he had been resuced by Elder Cheney

He wasn’t even allowed to enter the bedroom…

That gravely hurt him.

Tomer led the little one to the third floor and opened a door.

“Master, this will be your bedroom from now on.”

Chale Cheney surveyed the room – it was much smaller than Elder Cheney’s room which upset him.

But it was quite bright in there, and not too far from the window was a tall sycamore with luxuriant leaves, casting intricate shadows on the ground that created a picturesque scene.

Chale Cheney brushed Tomer’s hand off of him and pounced onto the large bed in the room.

The bed was very soft, and there was a big yellow hug-bear on it!

“Master, if you need anything just let me know. But you would be better off not entering Mr. Cheney’s bedroom or study.” Tomer advised.

Chale Cheney didn’t feel like talking, it was clear that Elder Cheney was disgusted by him.

The little one clutched his chest and wore an injured look on his face.

A picked-up child is just a blade of grass, unloved and uncared for.

Seeing Chale Cheney still upset with them left Tomer somewhat helpless.

The young boy was hugging the bear, lying on the bed, with his little butt sticking up, ignoring everyone.

No father’s doting, no mother’s love.

How pitiful…

Just then, that silly Elaskan came to the door and wagged his tail at Tomer.

Tomer petted Riceball’s head, signalling him to go play with Chale Cheney.

Chale Cheney had raised this Elaskan in the US, and they shared a good bond.

“Woof.”

Riceball ran over to Chale Cheney, using his fat body to nudge him.

The young boy turned his head, coming face to face with Riceball’s big face.

He grabbed Riceball in his arms: “Riceball! My dad doesn’t like me anymore, I only have you now.”

“???” the Elaskan looked completely bewildered.

Tomer wore an expression of total befuddlement.

“Riceball, you can’t leave me. You’re my sweetheart.”

Riceball cocked its head in puzzlement.

Was it really that popular?

“Master, I asked the servants to take you around the Cheney mansion, take Riceball with you.” Tomer delicately suggested.

“No need, Elder Cheney might not want me by tomorrow.”

Chale Cheney looked hurt; and his lips were pursed.

Picked-up children were disposable, to be gotten rid of at whim.

Seeing Chale Cheney upset, Riceball stuck out his tongue and licked the back of his hand.

“Master, you are the person Mr. Cheney loves the most. But you have to be obedient and not make him angry.” said Tomer.

“I’m not a pet, why should I behave.”

Chale Cheney was unhappy.

And besides, he hadn’t said anything yet.

“Oh dear, is Chale upset? Who’s upset you?”

Lana Fern walked up in high heels, beaming.

The young boy never lost his temper in front of strangers, he was just a little upset: “Not upset.”

“Says he’s not upset, yet his lips are pouting. If something’s troubling you, tell Auntie Lana.”

Lana Fern sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked Chale Cheney’s head.

The little boy did not speak.

“Tomer, you may leave. I’d like to talk to Chale.”

“Alright, Miss Fern, I’ll leave you two alone.”

Now, only Lana Fern and Chale Cheney were left in the room.

“Chale, why have you become distant? Weren’t we seeing each other frequently back in the US?” Lana smiled.

Chale Cheney blinked; for some reason, he didn’t quite like this auntie.

“Chale, I heard you’ve been missing your mom?”

The little boy remained silent.

“If you miss your mom, Aunt Lana can take you to see her next time. Oh, right, it’s convenient to video call now, I can help you get in touch with her..”