Chapter 188: Anything You Want, I Will Give
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In order not to dampen the child’s enthusiasm, Sylvan Cheney just asked symbolically.
He was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a book casually without looking up.
Chale Cheney was sitting on the bed, eating tiny cookies, his favorite ones.
“Dad, you’re not enthusiastic.”
Chale Cheney was not pleased.
“Hmm?” Sylvan looked up, smiled slyly, “Not telling? If you don’t, I’ll leave.”
He knew very well that Chale Cheney was not good at keeping secrets.
Someday, the secret about his “Mr. Yale” identity would slip out of Chale’s mouth.
“Don’t leave!” Chale Cheney hated being suddenly ignored, “I’ll tell you a secret.”
A child’s secret was usually no secret at all.
But Sylvan, out of respect, was ready to listen carefully.
Chale Cheney mysteriously jumped down from the bed and opened the bedside cabinet.
Soon, he pulled out a small box from the cabinet.
It was a candy box, quite old.
It was the kind of candy that was very popular a decade or so ago.
“What’s this?” Sylvan’s eyebrows knitted together slightly.
Chale Cheney jumped back onto the bed, holding up the box, his small face full of happiness.
“Dad, I found it in a little hole in the cabinet. It was all covered in dust,” Chale
Cheney said. “This box is so beautiful but I can’t open it.”
Chale shook the box, holding it up to his ear and listening.
“There seems to be something inside, Dad. You think it’s a treasure? Like, shiny treasure?”
The child’s mind was full of wonderful ideas.
He was full of anticipation and happiness!
This must be a magical box!
“Dad, do you think there is a genie inside? You know, the kind that can grant me three wishes!”
Sylvan’s gaze fell on the box.
“Dad, do you think there is? If there is, we can’t just open it casually, we have to think about the three wishes.”
Chale got thoughtful and looked serious.
“My biggest wish is to have a mom!” Chale Cheney blinked his big sparkling eyes, “Then I wish to have a lot of toys!”
“And for the last wish… I’ll save it for Dad!”
Chale Cheney glanced at Sylvan Cheney in a flattering manner.
In the end, he was still depending on Elder Cheney to open the box for him.
He tried several times and couldn’t open it, otherwise, he wouldn’t have shared this little secret with Elder Cheney.
Sylvan put down the book in his hand and stood up from the sofa.
He walked over to Chale and took the box from him.
This box, he was familiar with.
When he first brought Jasmine Yale home, she was timid, unwilling to speak or ask for things, and her big eyes were always filled with trepidation.
As a result, she liked to stick to him wherever she went.
Whenever he wasn’t at home, she would get scared.
Back then, in Cheney Residence, she held onto him and didn’t want anyone else.
He asked her why she was scared.
She replied that she was scared that he would suddenly abandon her and drive her away.
The despair after being given hope is the most desperate kind of feeling.
She was scared and clinging on him for nearly six months before he gradually convinced her that he wouldn’t abandon her.
It was only then that Jasmine began to gain a little confidence.
This candy box was something she had wanted for a while but didn’t dare to ask him for.
He had noticed her desire early on, but neither of them said anything because she didn’t ask.
Eventually, she mustered up the courage to point at the candy box on the store shelf and stutteringly asked him—
Without a word, he paid for it.
“Anything you want, I will provide..”