Chapter 824: Chapter 824: This Seems… to Have Become a Habit
His soft little hand clung to Sylvan Cheney’s suit pants, rubbing and tugging at them.
“Did Baby do something wrong?” He began to act like a spoiled child with Sylvan Cheney, “Daddy, you are the best, and the person Baby loves most in his heart is you. Pinky promise.”
Sylvan Cheney cut a piece of bread, still without speaking.
His eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and every time he looked down, he would see Chale Cheney looking up at him with a face full of anticipation.
This little fellow was still so exquisitely beautiful, innocent and pure.
“Daddy, can Baby please go see Jasy? Baby won’t disturb her, just a glance.”
“I’ll take you to see her tomorrow night,” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
“Really?” Chale Cheney became excited, “Then Daddy, you have to keep your word, okay? Should Baby buy a rose for Jasy tomorrow?”
“Mm,” Sylvan Cheney mumbled a vague yes.
“I knew Daddy was the best.” Chale Cheney snuggled against Sylvan Cheney’s thigh, rubbing against it, “Daddy, are you coming to the activity class next week? If you can’t make it, then let Jasy come with me. Jasy said last time that she would accompany me.”
Sylvan Cheney’s response was still vague.
But come tomorrow morning, Chale Cheney would be off to Lonton.
“Daddy, have your breakfast, Baby will keep you company.”
The little guy obediently released his grip and hopped onto the adjacent chair, sitting down properly with serious demeanor.
He had his little backpack on his back, refusing to take it off.
“Daddy, did you not sleep well last night? Don’t work so hard, Daddy. Baby will drink less formula in the future.”
“Daddy, the kindergarten activities are really fun. Jasy saw the pictures last time and said she liked them; she said she would come to kindergarten often and join me in the activities. There will be prizes!”
“Last time, Jasy went to the parent-teacher meeting for Baby, and my classmates said my mom is really pretty. Daddy, don’t you also think Jasy is very pretty?”
The little guy looked at Sylvan Cheney with pride on his face.
He was becoming increasingly attached to Jasmine Yale, feeling very sad if he didn’t see her for a day.
In his heart, Jasmine Yale was the best.
“No, no, Jasy is not just pretty, she’s also very kind, can knit scarves, and can do anything, she’s so amazing.”
Sylvan Cheney frowned: “She can’t do anything.”
That was, except for humoring little children.
Those twelve years, he hadn’t seen her capable of anything else.
“Not true, Jasy can do everything, everything,” Chale Cheney insisted stubbornly, “Daddy, you can’t knit scarves, and Jasy can even fry eggs. They taste good!”
Sylvan Cheney didn’t bother to argue with a child; he continued eating his breakfast while listening to the little guy chatter on incessantly.
The little fellow generally didn’t have any fresh topics, his favorite thing to talk about was praising Jasmine Yale.
Next, it was all the big and small things at kindergarten, like which boy kissed which girl—inappropriately he would never do such a thing…
Sylvan Cheney would generally just listen, not expressing too many opinions.
This seemed to have become a habit.
After a while, Sylvan Cheney finished his breakfast.
Seeing that there was still time, Chale Cheney the little guy couldn’t help but act like a spoiled child with Sylvan Cheney again, “Daddy, will you take Baby to school today?”
Sometimes he would make such a request, but the answer was usually just “Let the driver take you.”
Unexpectedly, this time Sylvan Cheney just paused for a moment.
After a long while, he said indifferently, “Let’s go.”
Chale Cheney was pleasantly surprised, blinking his big eyes at Sylvan Cheney.