Chapter 174: – You Can Vent Your Anger at Me
Translator: 549690339
“The door is open, Jasy…”
Chale Cheney didn’t care, shrugging off the waiter’s hand and running towards here.
At the sound of footsteps, Jasmine Yale hurriedly came out.
“Young master, young master!” The waiter called out anxiously.
But, he couldn’t stop. Chale had reached the door to the suite.
Helplessly, the waiter had to withdraw.
Chale spotted Jasmine Yale right away. He lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her legs.
“Jasy, I woke up and you didn’t come to find me…”
The little fellow looked up, his puffy red face gleaming with a hint of joy.
Jasmine Yale reached out and stroked his little head, smiling.
The displeasure from just a moment ago, gone inexplicably.
Yet, Sylvan Cheney’s face darkened. He strode over, his voice cool.
“What do you want with her?”
Chale jumped in surprise. Did Elder Cheney and Jasy have a fight?
Jasmine Yale pulled the little guy into her arms, glared at Sylvan and said coolly, “Please don’t scare the child.”
Sylvan’s anger intensified, he advanced purposefully.
With a jerk, he yanked Chale from Jasmine’s embrace.
His smoky black eyes were wide open, filled with trepidation.
Sylvan pulled Chale to his side, lowering his head to warn him in a cold voice, “In the future, without my permission, you’re not to have any contact with her!”
“Sylvan Cheney!” Jasmine exclaimed.
“Can you be reasonable for once? Little Chale is not your child, you have no right to control him!”
Chale began to cry, really cry.
His father was so fierce.
How could he do this? How could he forbid him from interacting with Jasy?
After all the effort just to develop a bond, just to have cake together that night.
How could his father do this …
The little guy was absolutely heartbroken.
Jasmine felt a pang in her heart, she was thrown into chaos.
She lunged forward, intending to snatch Little Chale back.
But, Sylvan was like a stone barrier. He stood there cold and hard!
“Jasmine Yale, if what happened three years ago was a mistake, then I must prevent it from continuing.”
“Sylvan Cheney, I don’t understand what you’re saying. Take your anger out on me, not on Little Chale.”
Sylvan gave the nearby waiter a cold glance.
“Take the young master downstairs!”
“Waa…no…I won’t leave…I want Jasy…”
Chale cried loudly, devastated.
But, he was tightly held by the waiter and taken downstairs.
Gradually, Jasmine couldn’t hear the little guy’s voice anymore.
She chased after him!
Sylvan grabbed her wrist, pushing her against the wall.
Jasmine was so angry her face turned purple, gasping for breath.
“Sylvan Cheney, how could you do this? Why can’t I be with Little Chale? On what right?!”
“Because I, Sylvan Cheney, call the shots in Landon!”
“Dictator! Shameless! Bastard!”
“You’re right, I’m a dictator, I’m shameless, I’m a bastard. So, Jasmine Yale, you better stay out of my way.”
Sylvan was truly angered. His face turned ashen, jawline tight.
His whole body radiating a severe chill!
“What did I do to warrant this? I just don’t like you. With your attitude, no one would! Oh, I forgot to tell you. As for why I ended up in your bed three years ago: first, I was drunk; second, I was naive; third…I was after your money!”
Isn’t that the answer he wanted?
In his heart, she was just this kind of person..