Chapter 764: Chapter 764: Upon Closer Look, She Resembles Her Greatly
Chale Cheney arrived at the restaurant first.
The little guy was as lively as ever, refusing to let go of his backpack.
“Dad! Did you bring me here for something yummy to eat?” Chale Cheney ran straight to Sylvan Cheney.
At the sound of Chale Cheney’s voice, Sylvan Cheney extinguished his cigarette, put away the sharp look in his eyes, his face much more genial.
He had taken off his suit jacket, wearing only a white shirt and a vest.
“Hmm.” Sylvan Cheney stepped forward, patting the little fellow’s hair.
The little boy looked up keenly, his big eyes darting around with excitement.
“Dad? Where’s Jasy? Why didn’t you bring Jasy? You can’t…” He was a little frantic when he didn’t see Jasmine Yale.
“She’s too tired. She couldn’t make it today.” Sylvan Cheney said lightly.
“Oh! Can we take some yummy food to Jasy when we eat?” Chale Cheney asked innocently.
“Yes, we can.” Sylvan Cheney rubbed his little head, a slight smile playing in his eyes.
Sylvan Cheney took off the backpack from his shoulder and hung it aside.
Chale Cheney quickly spotted something fun in the room, a small train track.
Chale Cheney sat on the fluffy carpet, happily playing with the little train.
The little fellow mimicked the train sound, having a blast.
He blinked his big eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering non-stop, like a beautiful doll.
Sylvan Cheney sat in the chair, not saying much, just watching Chale Cheney.
Deep in his eyes was an intense affection, like a vast ocean, endless.
When Chale Cheney giggled, there were two slight dimples at the corners of his mouth. You wouldn’t notice them unless you looked closely, but when you did, you’d see how much he resembled her.
Sylvan Cheney squinted slightly, staring for a long time.
“I’m late, sorry.” Before long, Spencer Childe entered the room.
Sylvan Cheney looked up and nodded: “We just got here, too.”
The little fellow Chale Cheney was startled, holding his little train tightly, blinking at the old man in front of him.
He didn’t quite recognize him…
His blank little face was particularly endearing.
Spencer Childe put his cane aside and took off his heavy coat.
“It’s very windy outside, and the rain is heavy. I haven’t been back in Landon for winter in years, still not quite used to it.” Spencer Childe scanned the room, his gaze quickly landing on Chale Cheney on the floor, “Is this… Chale?”
“Call him great-grandpa.” Sylvan Cheney said blandly.
There was a look of confusion in Chale Cheney’s eyes.
He stared at Spencer Childe for a while, looking a bit scared.
Most of the old man’s hair was white, but he still looked stern.
“Great-grandpa.” He obediently heeded Elder Cheney’s words.
Spencer Childe’s gaze focused on Chale Cheney’s face, staring for a long time before saying two words: “Like you.”
Indeed, they were cut from the same mold, their features strikingly similar.
It wasn’t as obvious when they were young, but now the resemblance was more pronounced.
Sylvan Cheney looked just when he was a kid.
However, Sylvan Cheney was well-behaved when he was a child, not as naughty as Chale Cheney.
Chale Cheney clutched his little train tightly, feeling a bit scared and constrained, glancing at Elder Cheney and then great-grandpa.
Great-grandpa… what does that mean?
“Come and eat.” Sylvan Cheney called out.
Only when Elder Cheney told him to, did Chale Cheney finally get up from the fluffy carpet and run to Sylvan Cheney’s side in his slippers.
“Let me see.” Spencer Childe beckoned.
Chale Cheney obediently walked over.
Spencer Childe’s rough, calloused hand rested on Chale Cheney’s head.