Chapter 129: Twelve Years of Accompanying Each Other Day and Night
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His deep voice echoed from behind.
Jasmine Yale was startled, her long eyelashes fluttered, but she didn’t turn her head.
Unseen, her hands clenched tightly.
“Must you be so distant with me?”
She still didn’t respond, just gazing at the sky outside the window.
Within her small pupils was a reflection of the most dazzling fireworks.
“Are the twelve years we spent together so negligible in your eyes?” Sylvan Cheney asked.
Chale Cheney perked up his ears. What? Twelve years?
Did he just hear something astounding?
Silence, complete silence.
Chale Cheney was trying to maintain a pretense of sleep, so as to eavesdrop. It was far from easy to fool Elder Cheney.
If Jasy didn’t speak soon, he wouldn’t be able to keep the pretense up.
“I have nothing to repay Mr. Cheney,” Jasmine Yale said calmly. “Nothing, except my life.”
Sylvan Cheney sneered, “What if I ask you to return to Cheney Residence?”
“I won’t go back,” Jasmine Yale answered determinedly.
“Jasmine Yale, you’re the most heartless woman I’ve ever met,” he accused.
Sylvan’s gaze, sharp as a knife, fell upon her face.
“When it comes to ruthlessness, how could I even compare to a fraction of Mr. Cheney,” she replied.
Jasmine Yale slowly turned her head, meeting his cold gaze.
“Are you blaming me for leaving without a word three years ago?”
“Mr. Cheney was getting married in Lonton, how could I blame you? Moreover, do I even have the right to? I’m just a pet that Mr. Cheney took pity on and adopted. I’m no different from a servant.”
“Jasmine Yale, quit your sarcastic remarks!” Sylvan Cheney rebuked.
“Mr. Cheney, Little Cutie is missing you, don’t you want to give her a call?” Jasmine Yale’s tone was cold and biting.
He was a married man with children, why was he bothering with her, an abandoned child he picked up?
The atmosphere turned exceptionally chilly.
As if even the air could freeze into ice!
Chale Cheney shivered. He was frightened.
Although he didn’t understand much, Chale Cheney came to one conclusion—they had known each other for a very long time
And, Jasy was also found by Elder Cheney!
Elder Cheney actually had this hobby?
So, what exactly was Jasy to Elder Cheney?
“Jasmine Yale!” Sylvan Cheney exclaimed with displeasure.
“I am hungry, hungry…” Chale Cheney opened his eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with Old Cheney’s fiery gaze. He shuddered again.
Could he… possibly close his eyes again?
Seeing that Chaley had woken up, Jasmine Yale didn’t want to argue with Sylvan Cheney in front of the child.
“Chaley, you’re awake? Come here, let me hold you.” Jasmine Yale beckoned.
Sylvan Cheney restrained Chale Cheney with his hand. He didn’t let him move!
Chale Cheney gazed pitifully at Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale gave Sylvan Cheney a scornful look. Was this necessary? Petty, cold-hearted man, bearing such grudges.
Fortunately, Chaley was not his son. Otherwise, would she even have the chance to see the child?
Of course, if Chaley was his son, she wouldn’t have liked him!
His son, would he be any better?
He would surely turn out the same, boring! Tedious!
Certainly, he would not be as smart, as cute, and as likable as Chaley.
“What do you want to eat?”
Sylvan Cheney looked down at the little fellow in his arms.
Chale Cheney blinked, “I want to eat the fried eggs made by Jasy.”
“How good can that be?” Sylvan Cheney scoffed.
“Uncle Cheney, you don’t understand. When you like someone, you think everything she does is wonderful.”
Upon hearing this, Jasmine Yale felt her heart melt.
Chaley was incredibly endearing and lovable.
The bad mood she was in just vanished. She felt so happy.
Sylvan Cheney frowned.. Who taught him this? Jasmine Yale?!