Fated love: the unwanted bride

Sylvan Cheney opened a text message, scrolled to the newest one sent by Jasmine Yale and typed in a few words.

He reconsidered, and deleted it.

He thought for a moment, inputted a new text message.

Finding it inappropriate again, he deleted it.

With a “thud” Sylvan Cheney, out of frustration, threw his mobile phone aside and continued driving.

Under the night sky, Sylvan Cheney’s facial contours were rigid, his eyes glimmering with mixed emotions.

The night felt long.

Chale Cheney had a sweet sleep. By the time he woke up, Jasmine was already awake.

“Jasy, Jasy, good morning.”

Chale Cheney ran to the entrance of the kitchen, wearing his bunny slippers.

Jasmine turned around and smiled: “Good morning.”

The little fellow standing at the door was very cute, looking like a sunflower with wild hair.

“Jasy, can I come again tonight?”

The little guy twisted his fingers nervously, his large grape-like eyes filled with anticipation.

Jasmine walked over, patted him on the head and said: “No, you need to go home, or your daddy will look for you.”

“He won’t. He picked me up off the street.”

“Regardless, he does care for you.”

“He hits me.”

“Hmm?” Jasmine wasn’t sure if Chale Cheney was telling the truth.

She gave the little guy a bath yesterday and noticed his tender skin didn’t show any signs of abuse.

However, it did seem like Chaley’s father didn’t care much for him.

The poor lad was just three years old, and yet his father hadn’t asked her about Chaley when he left him in her care.

What if she were a kidnapper?

“Jasy, will you pick me up from school please, pretty please…” Chale Cheney began to wheedle.

He held onto Jasmine’s leg tightly, with his mouth pouted and looked at Jasmine pitifully.

How could Jasmine Yale resist such an appeal?

“Jasy, am I not a good boy?”

The little fellow began to force tears.

“No, no, FanFan is a good boy.” Jasmine bent down to appease him.

“Is that okay then, is it okay please?”

“I’ll call your dad first. If he agrees, then okay.” Jasmine said.

Chale Cheney quickly changed his mind. That wouldn’t do, if she had that number, then Jasy would know he’s Sylvan Cheney’s son!

He still hadn’t clarified what the relationship between Jasy and his father was…

That’s right, he could send a WeChat message!

He had looked through it last night, Jasy’s WeChat contact list didn’t include Elder Cheney!

He quickly took out his small mobile phone and opened WeChat.

“Jasy, my dad probably hasn’t woken up yet, he is very lazy. If you message him on WeChat, he will reply.”

Jasmine didn’t sense anything was wrong.

It did seem inappropriate to bother someone this early.

She sent a message: “Mr. Yale, Good morning, Chale wants to stay with me tonight, is that okay?”

“Jasy, I’m going to brush my teeth, you can’t look at my phone okay.” Chale Cheney said with a grin.

“Okay, off you go.”

“Okay!”

Jasmine put the little guy’s phone on the table and continued making breakfast.

When little Chale wasn’t here, she usually skipped breakfast.

But, she had to feed the little lad.

Sylvan had hardly slept through the night. On hearing the sound of a new message, he had a look.

Jasmine Yale?

Jasmine Yale was frying an egg. As soon as it was done, she saw Mr. Yale’s reply.

“I’ll have someone pick him up from school tonight.”

Upon seeing the message, Jasmine felt a little disappointed.

“Okay then, I won’t go to the school.”

“Right.”

“Mr. Yale, Chaley is quite adorable. Please be nicer to him.”

Huh?

Sylvan Cheney was a bit confused. Wasn’t he nice to the little guy?

“Don’t hit him.” Jasmine added another line..