When Butler Santana pushed the door open, he happened to see Chale Cheney snuggling up to Jasmine Yale, napping.
Although it was raining outside and the sky was gloomy, it was cozy and warm inside the house.
Jasmine Yale held a comic book in one hand and gently rubbed Chale Cheney’s head with the other.
This position probably made the little guy very comfortable, as he dozed off and slept on Jasmine Yale’s lap.
Butler Santana stood at the door watching for quite a while.
Miss Yale truly was an ideal wife and mother; even the scene made her feel warm.
Butler Santana had t countless people, and she could see that Jasmine Yale’s affection for Chale Cheney was heartfelt, different from Yolanda Fern, Lana Fern, and other won.
"Mom," the little guy mumbled in his sleep, hugging Jasmine Yale’s leg tightly.
Jasmine Yale’s heart gave a slight throb, and she looked down.
Her gaze fell on the little guy’s rosy cheeks, and her heart fluttered.
Chale Cheney was asleep, with his little hands tightly gripping Jasmine Yale’s leg, not letting go.
Butler Santana tiptoed in, lowering her voice: "Miss Yale, should we wake the young master?"
Jasmine Yale gestured for silence and whispered, "No need, let him sleep a little longer."
Little Chaley had been very happy to see her today, hopping and jumping, so it was normal for him to be tired.
Butler Santana quietly left again.
In Chale Cheney’s bedroom, only Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney were left.
Jasmine Yale looked down at Chale Cheney, her eyes filled with doting love.
She stroked the little guy’s hair, her movents very gentle.
When the little guy slept, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, his long eyelashes drooped down, looking very cute, much like Sylvan Cheney.
"Mom, don’t go," Chale Cheney again hugged Jasmine Yale’s leg tightly.
Jasmine Yale didn’t know who he was dreaming about, but in his dream, he must have regarded that person as his mother.
She allowed the little guy to hold her without moving.
The bedroom was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the sound of rain outside.
The air was filled with the fragrance of roses.
Occasionally, Jasmine Yale turned her head to look at the window—raindrops beating down on the glass, rging into long, thin streams of water, blurry and faintly showing the green waters and hills outside.
This place had a great environnt.
Very comfortable.
When Butler Santana ca in again, Chale Cheney had not yet woken up, but it was al ti, so Jasmine Yale gently woke him.
"Little Chaley, wake up, it’s ti to eat."
Jasmine Yale’s voice was very soft. Chale Cheney heard it, smacked his lips, and rubbed his eyes.
"Mom..." the little guy pouted with a bit of grievance.
Butler Santana was taken aback.
Was the young master calling "Mom"?
"Jasy is here." Jasmine Yale held his hand, "Shall we go downstairs to eat?"
"Okay." The little guy, still a bit sleepy-eyed, nodded, "Alright, let’s go downstairs to eat."
Chale Cheney held Jasmine Yale’s hand, walking slowly and thoughtfully matching her steps.
He knew that Jasy was having a baby, and he was going to be a big brother.
"Jasy, be careful on the stairs." Chale Cheney advised like a little adult, "Take it slow."
"Okay!"
"Jasy, you can take a nap on the baby’s bed after lunch!" Chale Cheney said happily, "The baby’s bed is very clean, no bedwetting incidents!"
Jasmine Yale let out a chuckle.
Butler Santana also laughed.
Jasmine Yale allowed the little guy to lead her to the villa’s dining room.
Her hand was held by the little guy’s small hand, warm like cotton, with a dry, comfortable warmth in the palm.
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