Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Sis, does that mean you’re agreeing with me? You can’t go back on your word.” Chale Cheney blinked his big eyes, innocent as an angel.

“First, tell me your name. And where are your parents?”

The little fellow tilted his head thinking, then counter-questioned, “Sister, what’s your name?”

“Me? My name is Jasmine Yale.”

“What a coincidence, sis, we both have the last name Yale!”

“Huh?”

“I’m called Chale Yale. You can also call me Chaley.” The little fellow said in a childish voice.

“Oh haha, Little Chaley.”

Jasmine Yale was laughing so hard her eyes squinted, she tousled his hair, besotted by him.

This little guy was so cute. Good looking and a pleasing voice.

Where did this little guy come from?

“Sis, let’s go to the hospital. You’re hurt. It hurts me to see it.” Chale Cheney pointed to the abrasion on her arm.

Jasmine looked down at it, it wasn’t too serious, but it was bloody.

“My house is not far from here. I’ll go home and clean it up.”

“Sis, you’re mine now, you have to listen to me.”

“Huh?” Jasmine chuckled.

“I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Chale Cheney jumped from Jasmine’s arms, took her hand and began walking towards the hospital.

There was a hospital not far from here, a few steps and a turn would get you there.

“Sis, do you have a nickname? I think it would be warmer to call you by your nickname.” Chale Cheney said earnestly.

Jasmine’s hand was being held by the little fellow’s soft little hand, evoking indescribable feelings.

Did she have a nickname?

Her nickname was “Jasy,” but only Sylvan called her that.

“How old are you? Do you know what warmth means?” Jasmine laughed.

“A kiss will make it warm.”

“Hmm,” Jasmine suppressed her laugh.

“Sis, would you let me kiss you?”

“Boys can’t just go around kissing girls.”

“I’m not just any boy. I only kiss people I like.” The little fellow was completely serious.

Jasmine lowered her head to look at him, under the streetlight, she was seeing an illusion.

The little guy’s serious look reminded her of someone.

“Sis, do you have a nickname?” Chale Cheney asked again.

“Yes, Jasy.”

“OK, then from now on I’ll call you Jasy.”

For three years, no one had called her by these two characters. Now, hearing the little fellow call her that, she quite liked it.

Maybe it was the halo effect, but she really liked this little fellow.

The little fellow was very handsome, better looking than any other child she had met.

Big eyes, long lashes, small dimples.

“Little Chaley, where are your parents? I’ll take you home.”

“No, no, Jasy, we just met, you can’t send me home.” Chale Cheney refused, throwing a tantrum.

“But they will be worried.”

“No way.” Chale Cheney lowered his eyelashes.

He was bought by elder Cheney from a pet shop, and elder Cheney still wanted to give him away.

Elder Cheney was so busy, even if he lost him, he wouldn’t worry.

“Tell me, what’s your parent’s mobile number, I’ll call them to pick you up,” Jasmine coaxed patiently.

Chale Cheney immediately let go of Jasmine’s hand in anger and sat at the roadside bench huffily.

Hm? Was the little fellow angry?

“Little Chaley, you can’t do this, your family will be worried about you.”

“I was picked up by my dad.” Chale Cheney pouted, “He doesn’t like me.”

“What?” Jasmine was stunned.

Could someone really abandon such a cute child?

“My dad yells at me, he even beats me. I don’t want him.”

Jasmine was startled, she squatted down, caressed the little fellow’s face and said, “But we need to get you home.”

“No, Jasy, I want to sleep with you. I want to sleep with you..”