Chapter 235: I am not from the Cheney Residence
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So, was that phone call just now from his wife and child in Lonton?
Jasmine Yale’s lips moved slightly, she spoke lightly: “I will take Little Chale back with me.”
“No.” Sylvan Cheney denied, “There’s nothing in your place, do as you’re told.” Jasmine Yale didn’t refute him again, he wasn’t wrong, she had nothing over there.
If not for Little Chale, she would have no connections with him at all.
Jasmine Yale didn’t want to say much more, she put on her slippers quietly and headed towards the door.
This time, Sylvan Cheney didn’t stop her.
The entire neck of Jasmine Yale was marked with traces recently left by Sylvan Cheney, she pulled her collar higher.
In the garden, Butler Santana was with Little Chale, while Riceball was squatting nearby, sticking out its tongue.
Seeing her, Little Chale quickly ran over.
“Little Chale, let Jasy hold you.” Jasmine Yale smiled and lifted him from the ground.
Seeing the lavishly dressed little guy, her mood improved greatly.
“Jasy, why are your eyes red again?”
The little guy reached out with his chubby little hand and gently stroked her face.
The child’s hand was very soft, gently brushing against her face, it made Jasmine Yale smile.
“It’s okay, Little Chale. Jasy will come over to keep you company these few days, alright?”
“Yes!” The little guy was especially happy, “Hike seeing Jasy every day. Seeing you makes me happy.”
“Hmm, no tantrums from now on. Eat and sleep on time, okay?”
“Little Chale, were you scared last time?” Jasmine Yale asked.
“No, little baby isn’t scared, Jasy is here. Jasy will protect the baby.”
Jasmine Yale held him and gave a kiss on his little face.
“Yes, Jasy will protect Little Chale.”
Riceball walked over and lay down at Jasmine Yale’s feet, basking in the sun obediently.
Jasmine Yale walked around for a while holding the little one.
As she was about to leave, she noticed a servant was packing up Sylvan
Cheney’s luggage, and the suitcase was placed next to the car.
The Rolls-Royce was parked outside the gate. Jasmine Yale turned her face away, not wanting to see him.
However, as Sylvan Cheney brushed past her shoulder, he paused for a few seconds.
“Wait for me to come back.”
His voice, as always, was low and indifferent.
Having said that, he walked away.
Jasmine Yale’s heart was filled with a chill, like the autumn breeze that swept past, faintly.
“Miss Yale, would you like to stay at the Cheney Residence tonight?” Butler Santana asked.
“Can I sleep with Little Chale?”
“Of course, Mr. Cheney has instructed that Miss Yale is part of the Cheney
Residence, you can do as you please.”
Jasmine Yale shook her head in denial: “lam not part of the Cheney Residence,
I was just picked up off the street by Mr. Cheney.”
“Miss Yale, please don’t say such things.”
Butler Santana didn’t say much, most of the time he just smiled.
Jasmine Yale played with Little Chale for a while. As sundown approached, Charles Mcintosh suddenly arrived.
“Miss Yale, I am Charles Mcintosh.”
“Assistant Mcintosh… Is there any issue?”
“Come with me to the prison.”
“Did Sylvan Cheney relent?”
That was the only possibility, if Sylvan Cheney didn’t relent, Charles Mcintosh wouldn’t have come himself.
Charles Mcintosh neither affirmed nor denied it, he only opened the car door.
Jasmine Yale jumped in.
“Miss Yale, you have ten minutes for the prison visit.”
“I won’t stay for long.” Jasmine Yale nodded knowingly.
“Hmm.” Charles Mcintosh also nodded.
Charles Mcintosh was naturally a man of few words, Jasmine Yale wasn’t familiar with him, they didn’t say much along the way.
The car stopped at the prison gate.