Chapter 126: Our Chaley
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This was his first ti visiting a dostic amusent park!
He was so happy. There were children everywhere, so many people.
He was about to run off when Jasmine Yale hurriedly grabbed his hand: “Little Chale, no running off.”
“Jasy.” Chale Cheney tilted his little face upward, “you take to play.”
“Sure, but you have to behave, no running off. Do you hear ?”
“Uh-huh.” Chale Cheney nodded fervently, “Jasy, let’s buy a lollipop first, okay?”
“No, it’ll rot your teeth.”
“You sound just like my dad.” Chale Cheney pouted, “Then let’s get an ice cream cone.”
“That’s not allowed either, the ice cream is too cold, it might give you a tummy ache.”
The little one was rather obedient, only pouting for a mont.
“Then Jasy, let give you a kiss.” Chale Cheney tilted his head up.
“Alright.” Jasmine Yale laughed, the little one was quite easy to appease.
She bent down, and Chale Cheney gave her a kiss. Away they went, hopping and skipping inside.
The two of them chatted as they walked, completely ignoring Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney trailed behind them, staying silent and simply watching them.
“Jasy, let’s go on the pirate ship.” Chale Cheney decided.
“We can play, but you have to be good. No running around or moving about. Be careful.” Jasmine Yale stated seriously.
“I know, I’m a good boy.”
“Yes, our little Chale is a good boy!”
“Yes!”
Sylvan Cheney’s lips curled up in amusent, our little Chale?
Even though it was still morning and the park had just opened, there were already many people inside.
Each attraction was filled with people playing, being a sunny Saturday the park was exceptionally busy.
Sylvan Cheney had nothing to worry about, he had already arranged for Charles McIntosh to have bodyguards stationed at various corners.
The amusent park was vast, filled with all sorts of interesting knick-knacks and fun decorations.
Chale Cheney would stop every few steps to play for a bit.
Jasmine Yale was very patient, accompanying him.
She took a lot of photos of little Chale, him laughing, squatting, hopping about.
Every single one of them was particularly endearing.
Once they got to the pirate ship, little Chale especially liked the big pirate and had Jasmine take lots of photos of him.
“Jasay, I want a group photo.” The little one called out.
Uh… A group photo.
Jasmine Yale had no choice but to walk over to Sylvan Cheney: “Mr. Cheney, could you take a photo of Little Chale and , please?”
Sylvan Cheney lowered his voice, “You’re ignoring all the way here?”
Jasmine Yale turned around to leave, “If you want to take the photo, take it, if not I’ll find soone else.”
Sylvan Cheney’s expression fell, he grabbed her wrist, snatched her phone, and commanded coldly, “Go stand over there!”
Jasmine Yale rolled her eyes and decided to take what she could get.
She and Little Chale stood together, and Chale Cheney happily wrapped his arms around her neck.
Sylvan Cheney took several photos for them.
After the photos were taken, Jasmine Yale planned to take Little Chale inside.
But, the little one grabbed her hand, “Jasy, I still want to take a photo with Uncle Cheney.”
“Oh, then let take a photo for you.”
“No, together.” The little one wouldn’t let her go.
Jasmine Yale looked into the innocent eyes of the little one, and she couldn’t bear to refuse.
But take a photo with Sylvan Cheney?
She had never taken any photos with Sylvan Cheney before!
Not even one!
He was a person who hated taking photos. Jasmine Yale glanced at him, thinking he would definitely refuse.
Unexpectedly, Sylvan Cheney just handed his phone to a passerby nearby: “Could you take a picture of the three of us, please? Thank you..”
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