Chapter 1283: Chapter 1283: He’s Not Your Kid
Her voice was clear and moist, very low.
“Were you together this entire past year?” Sylvan Cheney asked indifferently.
“Mm, I’m heading to the airport to return to Cakago soon. Mr. Cheney, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been with ‘your son’ without your permission.” Jasmine Yale emphasized those few words heavily.
“No!” Chale Cheney cut in, “It was who called Jasy, it was I who asked Jasy to co.”
Sylvan Cheney was silent.
After a long while, he spoke heavily, “Give your phone to call .”
After saying this, he hung up.
Chale Cheney pouted, emmm… was he trying to avoid him?
Was that contempt?
Jasmine Yale had to put her suitcase in place, take out her phone, smile at Chale Cheney, and say, “Wait for Jasy to finish the call, then I’ll go to the airport with you.”
Now that things had co to this, Chale Cheney knew there was no chance of redemption.
His eyes shone with a lost light.
Jasmine Yale walked to the window and dialed the number that had been untouched for a year.
Outside the window, sunlight shone brightly, the sky azure.
She tilted her head back, her gaze eting the row of free birds in the sky.
Since leaving Landon, she’d been as free as those birds, without worries about food and clothes.
But she didn’t know why the deepest part of her heart felt like sothing was missing, an emptiness that couldn’t be filled…
The row of birds quickly flew past, leaving only the vast view of the estate.
The phone connected.
“Mr. Cheney,” Jasmine Yale, holding her arms, stood by the window.
The other end chuckled softly, “What’s the matter, you don’t call by my na anymore.”
The last ti they had parted was also in winter, without any unpleasantness, They’d parted simply.
Sylvan Cheney’s voice was still as rich, deep, and sexy as ever.
With little change.
“Are you not going to take to task? I was with Little Chale without telling you.”
“You and I have been together behind my back more than once or twice,” Sylvan Cheney narrowed his eyes.
“…” Jasmine Yale felt sothing off about his words.
“Children like to make a fuss, but don’t you join in,” Sylvan Cheney’s voice grew stern, “Go back to Cakago, and don’t take him with you.”
“Are you really not coming to Lonton to see him?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Is that so? Mr. Cheney, don’t you owe an explanation? Why does Little Chale’s birthday coincide with my child’s, and why is Little Chale also premature? Shouldn’t you explain it to , even if I don’t ask?”
Jasmine Yale was rather calm, her eyes clear and luminous, shimring with a crystalline luster.
On the other end, there was silence for a few seconds.
Yet, it was just a few seconds later, accompanied by soft laughter.
“Are you mistaking Chale for your child now?” Sylvan Cheney’s voice carried a mocking laugh.
Jasmine Yale was suddenly at a loss for words.
“Jasmine Yale, he’s not your child, don’t fool yourself,” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently, “There’s no need to be so nice to soone else’s child, go back to Cakago, and don’t see Chale again.”
“You’re lying to .”
“If you think I’m lying, then just believe that I am.”
“Sylvan Cheney, how can you be like this!” Jasmine Yale’s heart was in turmoil.
“What am I like?”
“You’re nothing but an asshole!”
“After a year, you haven’t changed, Yukon Carbon seems to tolerate your temper quite well.”
He could always provoke her emotions, and in an instant, Jasmine Yale felt an urge to smash her phone.
Biting her lip, almost through her teeth, she asked again, “I’m asking you one more ti, is Chaley the child I gave birth to?”
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