Chapter 163: He is Her First Man
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The two of them were a bundle of joy on the deck, laughing endlessly.
Every time Jasmine was with the little one, she felt extraordinarily happy.
“Are you cold? Should Jasy take you to the restaurant to eat something?”
“I want to eat cake.”
“Aren’t you afraid of getting fat?”
“Even if I get fat, Jasy would still want me, right?” Chale Cheney cuddled up to her.
She didn’t have any hesitation left about signing the adoption agreement with Mr. Yale.
As long as Little Chale still recognized her, she had no regrets.
Having such a handsome and adorable son bestowed upon her was quite wonderful.
If she were to meet someone she wanted to marry in the future, that person would also have to treat Little Chale well.
Jasmine took Little Chale to a dessert shop where she ordered him a small fruit cake.
“Jasy, let’s share it.”
Chale Cheney climbed up onto the chair and cut the cake.
Jasmine was so touched! The little one even knew to share with her!
“By the way, Little Chale, where is your Uncle Cheney? Why did he let you come out alone?”
Jasmine thought of Sylvan as unreliable. After all, he wasn’t his biological son, yet he dared to let Little Chale come out alone.
“Uncle Cheney had some people follow me, but when I found you, I told them to go back.”
“Then where is your Uncle Cheney?”
“What is he doing?” Jasmine couldn’t help but ask.
“I don’t know…” Little Chale purposely elongated his words, with a mysterious expression on his face.
Jasmine understood instantly.
What else could such a frivolous man be doing on a cruise ship teeming with beautiful women?
She must have been blind before. Just because a person behaves decently at home doesn’t mean they do the same outside.
He was her first man, but she was just one of his countless bed partners.
She blamed no one but herself for being short-sighted.
“Jasy, do you want to see Uncle Cheney? I can take you there.”
Chale Cheney blinked innocently.
She would have to return Little Chale to him anyway.
If in doing so she intruded on something indecent, there wasn’t much she could do about it.
“Jasy, eat the cake quickly!”
“Mm, let’s eat together.”
Chale Cheney, being oblivious to adults’ affairs, lowered his head to eat his cake.
Jasmine also took a bite. It was sweet, sweet right to the heart.
“Little Chale, how did you know I was on the cruise?”
“Ah…” Chale Cheney’s eyes drifted, “I saw you.”
“You have sharp eyes.”
Jasmine chuckled as she pinched his face.
Chale Cheney scooped a spoonful of cream and extended his little hand: “Jasy, open your mouth, baby will feed you.”
Jasmine was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing, oh she was so happy.
She opened her mouth, and Chale Cheney fed her the cake.
“Little Chale is so cute.”
“I want to feed you for the rest of my life.”
Jasmine laughed out loud, wondering who this little one had been learning from.
No, Sylvan Cheney doesn’t sweet talk.
Then from his father?
Impossible, Mr. Yale is a committed bachelor.
Fine, she gave up trying to figure it out.
The two of them were having a joyful time at the dessert shop where Jasmine also ordered him a cup of milk tea.
The little one insisted on having a sip each.
Also, the little guy was soon unable to sit still on the chair and jumped into Jasmine’s arms.
One minute he would embrace her neck, next he stood on her legs, all while frequently lean in to give her a kiss.
In short, he was never idle.
In the eyes of others, their heads leaning against each other, they looked like an inseparable mother and son duo.
In her heart, Jasmine also considered him her son.
Ever since she met Little Chale, her heart, having lost a child, felt somewhat comforted..