Chapter 521: Her Daughter Will Definitely Look Like Her
During her ti working at Respected Majesty, she received roses from little Chale Cheney every day.
A different color each day, no repeats in a week.
Jasmine Yale didn’t care about the roses that Sylvan Cheney bought and continued sipping her milk tea.
“Jasmine, don’t you have anything to say to ?”
Sylvan Cheney was not used to this version of Jasmine Yale, not at all.
Jasmine Yale was blank, “Say what?”
They had fewer and fewer topics to talk about.
Seeing the indifferent light in her eyes, Sylvan Cheney’s brows frowned slightly.
Just then, a little girl with big eyes and rosy cheeks passed by their table.
The little girl was biting her finger, eyeing Jasmine Yale’s roses eagerly.
So beautiful!
Jasmine Yale noticed the little girl, turned her head with a smile, and pinched her little braid.
“Do you like this?” Jasmine Yale pointed at the rose.
“Yes.” The little girl nodded shyly, speaking in baby-talk, “Nice, look.”
“How old are you?”
“Two-years-old.”
The little girl is not even as tall as the table yet, and her chubby hand rested in Jasmine Yale’s palm.
Jasmine Yale felt a pang in her chest.
She gave the rose to the little girl: “This is for you.”
The little girl was very happy, clapping her chubby hands: “Nice sis…”
With the rose held tightly in her arms, the little girl grinned brightly at Jasmine Yale.
Her little white teeth were particularly cute, like tiny pearls.
Jasmine Yale was infected by her laughter, she picked her up and sat her on her lap.
“Want sothing to eat? Do you like this?” Jasmine Yale pointed to the green tea cake on the plate.
Little girl nodded.
Her large eyes were particularly beautiful.
Jasmine Yale was absolutely smitten, feeding a small piece of green tea cake to her with a spoon.
The little girl giggled, “Nice, yum.”
Before long, the little girl and Jasmine Yale beca close.
With the little girl’s chubby hand in hers, Jasmine Yale was incredibly happy.
“Sis, give a kiss.” The little girl began to act spoiled towards Jasmine Yale.
She sat on Jasmine Yale’s lap, couldn’t reach her face and couldn’t resist wanting a kiss.
Such a beautiful sister.
Jasmine Yale bent down and planted a kiss on the round, rosy little face.
“Giggle.” The little girl laughed even happier, “Like it.”
She rubbed Jasmine Yale’s neck with her little hand.
Jasmine Yale tickled her in response.
They were playing happily while Sylvan Cheney was completely ignored.
Not long after, the little girl’s mother arrived.
The little girl reluctantly followed her mother and left, waving goodbye to Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale also waved her hand: “Bye.”
As soon as the little girl left, the air suddenly beca heavy.
Jasmine Yale started to silently tidy up their dishes.
Sylvan Cheney’s face was gloomy, his eyes were full of boundless jealousy and dissatisfaction.
“I thought you’d forgotten how to smile,” Sylvan Cheney said flatly.
Her laughter had beco a rarity for him.
She used to be happy every day, without any particular worries, her laughter echoed frequently in the Cheney Residence.
But now-
She didn’t forget how to smile, she just wouldn’t smile at him.
Jasmine Yale’s expression remained calm, silently slicing the cake.
“You like little girls?” Sylvan Cheney asked flatly, “If you do, we can have one in the future.”
He liked little girls too, a daughter she gave birth to would be like her.
Loving to laugh and play around, and extraordinarily beautiful.
All of a sudden-
Jasmine Yale’s hand that held the cutlery trembled.
She could never have a baby of her own again.
Why did Sylvan Cheney have to pierce her heart like this?
Just then, Sylvan Cheney’s phone on the table vibrated.
Jasmine Yale instinctively looked up just in ti to see the na flashing on the screen – Yolanda Fern.
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