Chapter 582: Elder Cheney is very good to the baby
Jasmine Yale was waiting for him to speak, but after a few seconds, all she got were the sounds of retreating footfalls.
Disappointment filled Jasmine Yale’s large eyes…
Perhaps, he wasn’t Sylvan Cheney, she had mistaken him for someone else.
Sylvan Cheney had died, died in Lonton, how could it be him.
Jasmine Yale’s heart was still wildly pounding in a confusing rhythm, her palm felt burning hot.
Just like these days, waking up countless times from her sleep, only to find her body soaked in cold sweat.
Feeling weak, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes slightly drooped.
In the darkness, her figure projected solitude and melancholy.
Nine-thirty in the evening.
Joe Heath brought Chale Cheney to her house.
The two of them had a great time, Chale Cheney chatted away carelessly with Joe Heath.
“Uncle Joe, remember our agreement to teach me how to swim, you can’t go back on your word.”
“Uncle Joe, you have to make sure Ali is well-fed, he’s quite picky.”
“Next time I come to your house, I want to see a fat Ali and Riceball.”
Joe Heath snorted, pinched his little face, “If they get that fat, we might as well cook them for dinner.”
“Ali is so cute, how can you eat him!” Chale Cheney protested.
The remark made him angry, but he still maintained a smile on his face.
They chatted and laughed as they entered the living room.
Jasmine Yale was supporting her head with one hand, lost in thought.
When Joe Heath and Chale Cheney entered, she remained unmoving, with a vacant look in her eyes.
If it weren’t for the clear scratch marks on her hand, she might have thought everything that happened tonight was just a dream.
It really felt like a dream.
Thugs, gunshot, the man.
She sat in that position by the table for a long time, lost in thought.
Chale Cheney jumped to her side, calling her name twice.
Only then did Jasmine Yale turn her head, her large eyes still had a layer of a hazy color.
Like she was engulfed in a fog, lustrous then dim, her spirit seemed lost.
“I brought a little gift for you.” Chale Cheney extended his hand.
In his chubby and soft hand was a beautiful Yuhua stone.
Jasmine Yale took it, her mouth turned up in a faint smile: “It’s very pretty.”
“Right, Jasy look at the pattern, does it look like a little fox?” Chale Cheney pointed at the grain.
Jasmine Yale looked carefully.
Joe Heath voiced his dissatisfaction, “What little fox, it clearly resembles a puppy.”
“Uncle Joe, you’re not allowed to speak!”
They had been arguing about this issue the entire journey.
“Jasy, whatever you say it is, it is.” Chale Cheney looked at Jasmine Yale expectantly.
Jasmine Yale smiled: “Of course, Little Chale is correct, it’s a little fox.”
“Uncle Joe, see, Jasy also says it’s a little fox.”
This wasn’t fair, ganging up against him.
“Jasy, have you had dinner? Uncle Joe brought you some delicious food.” Chale Cheney said.
“I’ve eaten, what about you? Have you eaten?”
Jasmine Yale touched Chale Cheney’s warm hand.
Looks like, Joe Heath had been taking good care of him, the little guy was overjoyed.
“I’ve eaten, Uncle Joe treated me to steak.”
Joe Heath said, “Did you like it? Do you want Uncle Joe to take you again?”
“It was delicious, next time take Jasy along.”
“Sure, do you think Uncle Joe treats you well?” Joe Heath took the opportunity to ask.
“How about I become your dad then!” Joe Heath pinched his face.
Upon hearing Joe Heath’s words, Jasmine Yale looked up at him.
The little guy shook his head immediately, “No, Elder Cheney is my dad, Elder Cheney is the best, Elder Cheney treats me well, I can’t betray him.”