Chapter 756: Chapter 756: Just a Copy of Sylvan Cheney
He looked at his hurt finger with a pained expression, blowing on it gently.
Jasy once told him that blowing on a wound should lessen the pain.
Chale Cheney sat obediently on the sofa without causing a ruckus or letting out a word, waiting for his dad and Jasy to come downstairs for lunch.
He was quietly playing with a jigsaw puzzle all by himself.
Chale Cheney had returned home nearly an hour ago, but there was still no sign of movement in the house.
“Young Master, why don’t you have some food first? After you’re done eating, you can go up to your room and take a nap, is that alright?” suggested the maid who was in the know, trying to coax Chale Cheney.
“I don’t want to.” Chale Cheney rejected her suggestion.
Why weren’t his dad and Jasy coming downstairs? What were they up to?
He leaned towards the table, stretched out his hand to pick up the telephone receiver, and dialed Sylvan Cheney’s number.
The maid was too shocked to say a word.
Apart from young master, it seemed that no one else dared to disturb Elder Cheney during his rest.
“Yes?” Sylvan Cheney’s voice came from the other end, sounding low and tired.
“Daddy, baby is home now. You should come down and have some food. Baby will be waiting for you,” Chale Cheney said.
“You eat.” replied Sylvan.
“Why? Didn’t you tell baby how important it is to eat on time? Why aren’t you practicing what you preach? This isn’t right! Does this mean baby can’t trust your words anymore? Humph!”
Chale Cheney had picked up a new phrase somewhere along the lines of “practicing what you preach.”
Sylvan on the other end was quite helpless.
He took a drag from his cigarette, his gloomy gaze piercing the desolate view outside the window.
The floor was littered with cigarette butts.
“Could you try coaxing Jasy to come downstairs, hmm?” He murmured.
“What?” The little boy didn’t understand it at first, blinking his big eyes in confusion.
Sylvan did not utter another word.
However, true to being Sylvan Cheney’s son, Chale Cheney blinked his eyes again and suddenly understood.
“Daddy, did you upset Jasy?” He lowered his voice.
It seemed as if Sylvan was avoiding any communication.
He neither admitted nor denied it.
“How dare you upset Jasy! Baby is busy trying to cheer her up, how could you upset her!” Chale Cheney began to feel a little angry himself.
How could Elder Cheney be ?
Chale had only been away for half a day and Elder Cheney had already managed to upset Jasy.
“So irritating!” Chale Cheney ended the call with a snap, his small face filled with irritation.
Marching his way over with his tiny legs, he headed towards the study.
When Chale Cheney knocked on the door for the third time, Jasmine Yale finally heard it.
She took off her headphones, supporting her body as she walked to open the door.
The young boy peeked into the room with curiosity and gave Jasmine a smile. “Jasy, let’s go downstairs for lunch.”
There was a gleam in Jasmine’s eyes and a smile made its way onto her face.
“Jasy isn’t hungry yet. Can little Chale have his meal by himself today?” She asked.
“That won’t do, Jasy, you taught Little Chale that we should stick to the meal times, didn’t you?”
Just like that, Jasmine felt as if she had lost the ability to argue.
She looked down onto the errant child, her right hand gently running through his fluffy hair.
Sylvan had indeed given birth to a very adorable and well-behaved son. She found it impossible to be angry with Chale Cheney.
She had her warm gaze fixated on the little boy’s face.
The small boy looked up at her too and hugged onto her leg.
Jasmine smiled, her expression slightly dreamy.
The young boy looked more and more like Sylvan with each passing day. It was as if he was a miniature version of Sylvan.
But as images of Sylvan flashed in her mind, all she felt was a sinking dread in her heart.
Suddenly Chale Cheney took ahold of Jasmine’s hand with his small little fist and pulled her towards the door. “Let’s go downstairs for lunch, Jasy.”
Jasmine didn’t resist, allowing his warm hand to hold her own and lead her out of the room.