Chapter 721: Chapter 721: It’s terrifying when Qi Qi gets angry
Her face was red from the cold, but her large, watery eyes sparkled brightly.
She hadn’t seen her dad in so many days…
Jasmine Yale quickly instructed to her servant, “Fetch a scarf and a coat.”
Chale Cheney was glad to see Jasmine Yale wasn’t sending him away anymore, and held onto her hand joyfully.
“Jasy, your hand feels so cold.” His hand was warm.
Jasmine Yale firmly held his little soft hand in hers.
The north wind blew, chilling to the bone.
She shivered and let out a sneeze.
But still, she didn’t want to go back inside and wait. Her heart pounded incessantly, as if it would jump out of her throat.
The sky was dull and smoggy, visibility very low.
Waiting for even just one minute felt like a year.
The servants quickly fetched a scarf and a coat for Chale Cheney and Jasmine Yale put them on him, feeling relieved.
Sylvan Cheney’s Rolls-Royce slowly pulled into the villa’s driveway.
As it approached, everything grew more distinct.
From afar, he saw the villa and the fountain.
Closer still, he saw two figures, one big and one small, standing at the entrance waiting for him.
Jasmine Yale was holding Little Chale’s hand, with Little Chale tightly huddled against her.
Fog swirled around them, dampening Jasmine Yale’s hair.
Meanwhile, both Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney spotted Sylvan Cheney’s car!
Little Chale broke into a run!
“Little Chaley!” Jasmine Yale called out helplessly, but also ran after him!
“Daddy is home! Daddy is home!”
Little Chale was overjoyed.
He ran and shouted all the way!
“Slow down, Little Chale!” Jasmine Yale called after him from behind.
But Little Chale wouldn’t listen. He ran into the middle of the road, waving his arms wildly.
From the driver’s seat, Sylvan Cheney immediately spotted Little Chale Cheney.
A smirk played around his lips, his eyes clear and bright.
He stepped on the brakes, the car coming to a halt a few meters from Little Chale.
Jasmine Yale caught up and immediately grabbed Little Chale’s hand, scolding him sternly, “Do you realise how dangerous it is to stand in the middle of the road? Do you?”
“Hmph…” Little Chale immediately started pouting in grievance.
“I’ve told you many times, you can’t do this again.” Jasmine Yale said.
“I understand.” Little Chale responded, looking pitifully wronged.
Sylvan Cheney got out of the car just in time to see Little Chale’s pitiful expression. A faint smile crossed his handsome face.
“What’s wrong, huh?” Sylvan Cheney asked as he walked over.
“Daddy!” Chale Cheney lunged into Sylvan Cheney’s arms.
Jasmine is scary when she’s angry.
Sylvan Cheney stroked his little fluffy head, his heart full of overwhelming affection.
His large hand rested on his son’s head, not wanting to let go.
Jasmine Yale looked up, her gaze moving from his face to his legs.
In a flash, her eyes widened in shock and amazement.
His legs… they’re fine?
Chale Cheney was clutching Sylvan Cheney’s leg tightly, afraid that if he let go, his dad would run away again.
Shock was written all over Jasmine Yale’s face, mixed with surprise and an indescribable feeling.
After several days apart, Sylvan Cheney looked the same as ever.
Deep-set eyebrows, tightly pressed thin lips, composed, cool, and mature.
Jasmine Yale opened her mouth, at a loss for words.
Sylvan Cheney stroked Chale Cheney’s little head, letting the little guy be, but his gaze landed on Jasmine Yale not far away.
His sharp gaze softened.