Chapter 138: Who Was Just Called Father?
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“Awake!” The little guy’s eyes were sparkling!
“Then get ready to go home.”
“Ah, aren’t we playing with Jasy today?” Chale Cheney reluctantly asked.
“Still want to play?” Sylvan Cheney put on a stern face.
“Oh, no playing, no playing.”
Chale Cheney prepared to run to the bathroom.
“Wait, what’s ‘Little Cutie’? You’re not planning to explain to me?” Sylvan Cheney looked at him indifferently.
“Little Cutie… Little Cutie is just praising Elder Cheney’s son for being cute.” Chale Cheney grinned.
He had just changed the script temporarily yesterday to compliment himself.
Unexpectedly, Elder Cheney seemed to be angry.
And, Elder Cheney’s face seemed to be getting frightfully darker and darker…
Chale Cheney hurried off towards the bathroom!
Sylvan Cheney glanced at him, this little thing!
Jasmine Yale hadn’t woken up yet, so Sylvan Cheney quietly moved to the bedroom.
Jasmine Yale slept very obediently, very quietly, her body curled up slightly, like a sleeping pet cat.
She was so well-behaved that it was hard to resist wanting to touch her.
Sylvan Cheney reached out, his slender fingers tracing her delicate and petite face.
Slowly, he leaned down and pecked her red lips lightly.
After tucking her in, Sylvan Cheney finally walked out.
In the bathroom, Little Chale was already obediently brushing his teeth and washing his face.
Sylvan Cheney looked at him, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.
This little one, who never needed him to worry, was very smart, but also precocious.
Once they were ready, Sylvan Cheney and Chale Cheney prepared to leave.
Jasmine Yale had slept so soundly that when she drowsily opened her eyes, Little Chale wasn’t there anymore.
She panicked and quickly grabbed her coat off the bed.
“Dad, let’s go.” In the living room, Chale Cheney took Sylvan Cheney’s hand.
Jasmine Yale paused her steps, Dad???
Who was Little Chale talking to?
Could it be that Mr. Yale was here?
She tidied her hair and quickly pushed the door open.
But in the living room, there were only Little Chale and Sylvan Cheney.
“Dad… Ah, Jasy, are you awake? Did I wake you up? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Chale Cheney quickly let go of Sylvan Cheney’s hand.
Jasmine Yale rubbed her eyes, still drowsy from sleep.
“No, Little Chale, I just woke up.” Jasmine Yale said, “Who…who were you just calling ‘Dad’?”
“Ah? No…” Chale Cheney realized something was wrong and looked at Elder Cheney for help.
Elder Cheney ignored him.
He slapped his thigh, “Oh, I was just on the phone with my dad!”
“Really? Is your dad back from his business trip?” Jasmine Yale asked again.
Chale Cheney felt like his intelligence was being challenged…
At this moment, Sylvan Cheney slowly spoke, “His dad hasn’t returned yet.”
“Oh.” Jasmine Yale breathed out a sigh of relief.
If he hasn’t returned yet, does that mean she could play with Little Chale for a few more days?
“Mr. Cheney, could you please negotiate with Mr. Yale to let Little Chale stay with me for a few days? I can take care of him.”
Jasmine Yale looked hopefully at Sylvan Cheney.
Jasmine Yale, with her claws now retracted, was a lot more gentle, which moved Sylvan Cheney tremendously.
But he still rejected.
“He can stay at the Cheney Residence.” Sylvan Cheney stated.
“Oh.” Jasmine Yale’s big eyes were filled with disappointment.
The same disappointment filled Chale Cheney’s eyes.
“…” Sylvan Cheney glanced at them, his lips twitching.
“Let’s go home.” Sylvan Cheney said expressionlessly, grabbing Little Chale’s hand..