In the common perception, becoming a stepmother is ultimately a thankless job, especially for soone like Jasmine Yale who has never been married.
"I like Chale," Jasmine Yale said. "Having such a treasure is my good fortune."
"The young master is indeed very well-behaved and obedient."
"Butler Santana, do you think Little Chale resembles ?"
Butler Santana was stunned for a mont, then smiled: "His temperant is very much like yours, and so is his smile. You two really do look like mother and son."
Butler Santana could see that Jasmine Yale truly liked the young master.
And she was not like those other won outside, who treated the young master well only to use Little Chale as a stepping stone to Mr. Cheney.
Let’s not ntion Mr. Cheney himself; she had seen enough of those won.
"Butler Santana, it must have been hard during those three years in Lonton to take care of Chale alone," said Jasmine Yale, her voice coated with a light layer of lancholy.
"Miss Yale, I think Mr. Cheney felt more happiness than hardship. In those three years that I’ve watched, Mr. Cheney took personal charge of matters concerning the young master, trusting no one else to interfere."
"Did he feed the baby formula?"
Butler Santana laughed: "Yes, he did. And not just feeding him formula; Mr. Cheney could do anything that needed to be done."
An image of him caring for Little Chale suddenly appeared before Jasmine Yale’s eyes. She smiled, her mouth corners revealing two shallow dimples.
I rember back in the day, he wouldn’t even spare a glance at children.
There was one ti, as we walked down the street.
There happened to be a young mother passing by with an adorable baby in her arms. I went over for a look, completely taken with the child.
But him? He didn’t even give it a glance, absolutely uninterested in children.
I asked him at the ti: "Do you like children?"
"Not really."
"So, you don’t want to have children of your own?"
"Not interested."
"Don’t you think kids are cute?"
"Jasmine, can you stop being so annoying? Hmm?"
"Um, fine. If you dislike kids that much, then whoever marries you won’t be happy, as they can’t have their own baby."
Thinking back, Jasmine Yale feels that people truly can change.
He really spoils Chale Cheney so much.
"Chale was a premature birth, right?" said Jasmine Yale softly.
"Yes, Miss Yale, how did you know? Because he was born early, he needed more care than usual, which often ant Mr. Cheney getting up in the middle of the night."
"I’ve been to the manor in Lonton."
"Blue Bay Manor?"
"Yes."
"Yes, during those three years, Mr. Cheney and the young master stayed there."
"The manor is beautiful, and the scenery is gorgeous," Jasmine Yale remarked.
"If Miss Yale likes it, you could ntion it to Mr. Cheney; the three of you could go and stay for a few days, for a vacation."
"We will have the chance in the future," Jasmine Yale said, her voice uncertain.
Will we have the chance?
But she doesn’t dare to think too much about the future.
If Joe Heath didn’t deceive her, then Sylvan Cheney faces a prison sentence of ten years. After ten years, will everything still be the sa?
All she knows is that whether it’s ten years or twenty, she will wait for him.
He doesn’t want her to, but she will still wait.
From a young age, he’s always sheltered her from the storm, never allowing her to be touched by the slightest wind or rain.
From here on out, she will wait for him in the storm, however many years it takes, without regret.
On the balcony, Jasmine Yale talked with Butler Santana, not feeling the ti passing slowly.
She knitted the sweater adeptly, her large, watery eyes gleaming with light.
Sotis Riceball would co up and lazily sleep under the sun.
As she knitted the sweater for a while, she began to miss him.
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