Chapter 125: Cheney Sylvan’s Son’s Affair
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Jasmine Yale was taken aback, then burst into laughter.
She pinched Little Chaley’s face, “You’re such a flirt, does your father know?”
This little guy was extraordinary, he’ll definitely have hordes of girls chasing him in the future.
With such an adorable appearance, such a handsome face.
Especially those long eyelashes, just like mini fans.
“I’m only nice to Jasy.”
The little lad was dead serious, his big eyes blinking non-stop.
Jasmine Yale started laughing even harder, she was smitten with this little fellow.
If only she had such an intelligent, beautiful baby. She would treasure it endlessly.
What kind of parents would abandon such a precious child?
Everyone is outraged!
Sylvan Cheney, wearing sunglasses, took large strides towards them.
Jasmine Yale’s head lifted, meeting his gaze squarely.
Her stomach did a flip, why was he here too?
Chale Cheney, seeing Jasy fall silent, turned his head and saw, oh dear, Elder Cheney was here too.
“Dad… I mean, Uncle Cheney,” Chale Cheney quickly corrected himself, almost giving himself away.
Jasmine Yale looked down at the little fellow in her arms, “You know him?”
“Yes, yes, Uncle Cheney, my father’s friend, he’s the one who brought me here to play today,” Chale Cheney recited verbatim as Elder Cheney had instructed him earlier.
“Oh, so you’re Mr. Yale’s friend,” Jasmine Yale said casually.
Sylvan Cheney merely hummed in agreement.
“And where’s your son?” Jasmine Yale asked.
Chale Cheney immediately responded, “Uncle Cheney’s son, Little Cutie, is in Lonton, he didn’t come back.”
Sylvan Cheney cast a sidelong glance at Chale Cheney, when had his son adopted such a tacky nickname as Little Cutie?
Anxious that Jasmine Yale might not believe him, Chale Cheney quickly added, “When my dad and I were in Lonton, we often visited Uncle Cheney’s house.” “Oh,” was all Jasmine Yale said.
She always felt that Sylvan Cheney was like a light bulb out of place.
Distracting her from playing with Little Chaley.
How could she have any fun with such a stone-faced Buddha around?
“Jasy, Uncle Cheney’s son is also very cute, cuter and smarter than me, everyone loves him,” Chale Cheney’s eyes were curved in laughter.
“You’re the cutest one,” Jasmine Yale patted him on the head.
She really didn’t want to hear about Sylvan Cheney’s son…
What does his son have to do with her?
So his wife and son were both in Lonton, then he would soon buzz off to Lonton too, right?
It’d be best if he left sooner, she didn’t want to see him at all.
No matter what kind of son his wife bore him, the child she was carrying for over seven months, he was cold-hearted enough to discard.
The little life that she had been yearning for day and night was worth nothing to him.
The raw wound, it would never heal in a lifetime.
Jasmine Yale carried Chale Cheney towards the amusement park entrance.
“Jasy, wait for Uncle Cheney, he’s a good person, we shouldn’t leave him behind,” the little guy urged anxiously.
“He’s not a child, he can ,” Jasmine Yale said coldly.
Chale Cheney blinked his big eyes, watching his father approach from behind.
Based on Jasy’s expression, she seemed very annoyed with Elder Cheney.
Jasmine Yale purchased two entrance tickets and led Little Chaley into the park.
The weather was fine today, Jasmine Yale was dressed casually – a white t-shirt paired with a pink-violet knit sweater and a simple pair of jeans.
What surprised her was Sylvan Cheney.
She rarely saw Sylvan Cheney dressed so casually. And even more surprisingly, he was in the mood to accompany a friend’s child out to play.
As soon as they entered the amusement park, Chale Cheney jumped down from Jasmine Yale’s arms..