Chapter 191: You are not allowed to talk about
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Jasmine Yale made up an excuse to work overtime, so by the time she arrived at the Cheney Residence, it was already ten o’clock at night.
As soon as the door opened, she froze on the spot.
Unexpectedly, the big and the little were both sitting on the couch waiting for her.
One was expressionless, with arms crossed; the other was eager, chattering away.
As soon as Chale Cheney saw Jasmine, his eyes lit up, and he immediately jumped off the couch.
He courteously took small steps towards her, squatted down to get her slippers.
The little kid tilted his head up, hands behind his back, waiting for praise.
Jasmine bent down, pinched his face, and smiled, “Still up? Are you feeling better?”
“Waiting for Jasy to get home.” Chale replied obediently, “I don’t have a fever anymore.”
Jasmine bent down to take off her high-heeled shoes and put on the new slippers Little Chale brought for her.
Pink women’s slippers, brand new.
The size was exactly the same as she usually wears.
Jasmine’s throat moved, feeling a bit sour.
These must have been prepared for the new lady of the Cheney Residence, only to be claimed first by her, an unexpected guest.
“Jasy, these are our matching shoes. I bought them new.” Little Chale squatted on the ground, his face full of excitement.
Jasmine’s face flushed instantly, and she felt quite embarrassed.
Was she judging a good man by her narrow minds with her previous thoughts?
So these were actually bought by Little Chale specifically.
She took a closer look, indeed, they were exactly the same as the shoes the little guy was wearing.
Except, hers were pink, and the little guy’s were blue.
But the patterns on them were all rabbits!
Jasmine laughed, “Very pretty, Little Chale, you have a great taste.”
“Not really, not really.” Chale Cheney blushed a little, “Uncle Cheney has a pair too.”
Jasmine looked up, and sure enough, that man was also wearing a pair.
Except, his was black.
At this moment, that man walked over with a stern face, “Even changing slippers takes you forever.”
Jasmine pouted, her face full of displeasure.
Chale Cheney eagerly took Jasmine’s bag, “Jasy, let me hold your bag for you.”
“Jasy, let me get you some water.”
“Jasy, I’ll give you a back massage.”
Jasmine was pleasantly surprised and quickly stopped the little guy.
“It’s alright, it’s alright. Little Chale, you should go to sleep now, staying up too late isn’t good for kids. Go to bed, be good.”
“So you know it’s not good for kids to stay up late? Do you know what time is it? You let the little guy wait this long? Don’t you know he’s still sick?”
Sylvan Cheney stared at her, rebuking Jasmine.
He was filled with anger.
She only came back at ten? Did she even care about Chale Cheney?
Jasmine didn’t expect the little guy to wait for her either.
She was chided by Sylvan Cheney, about to cry, with teary eyes.
“I was wrong.” She lowered her head.
Chale Cheney stood in front of Jasmine, glaring at Sylvan Cheney angrily.
“You’re not allowed to yell at Jasy, not allowed!”
“Little brat!” Sylvan really wanted to twist his ear!
What was wrong with him scolding Jasmine? Was he wrong?
This little guy! What a waste of upbringing!
Just how long did he know Jasmine, and he’s already protecting her? Did he forget who his father was?!
“Elder Cheney, if you yell at Jasy again, I’ll disown you!”said Chale Cheney righteously, “I’ll wait no matter how late Jasy comes back.”
Jasmine felt a warmth in her eyes and a warmth in her heart, wanting to hug Little Chale.
What an understanding baby.
If she had such a baby, she could wake up from her dream laughing.
He was truly too cute..