Fated love: the unwanted bride Chapter 574: 574, Sylvan Cheney, your son misses you

Chapter 574: Chapter 574, Sylvan Cheney, your son misses you

The eyes devoid of warmth were enshrouded in indifference, like a layer of winter’s white frost.

She furrowed her brows, there seed to be dissatisfaction on her face.

“I need to rest, please lower your voices. Tor, let them leave if they wish. Co upstairs, I have sothing to say to you.”

After speaking, she closed the window and left.

Jasmine Yale looked up, she saw a cold indifference in Yolanda Fern’s figure.

Chale Cheney was a bit frightened, he tightly clung to Jasmine Yale’s arm.

“Jasy, hold.” He lowered his voice, “Baby is scared.”

“Hmm.”

Jasmine Yale bent over to pick Chale Cheney up from the ground and cradled him in her arms.

The little one pressed against Jasmine Yale’s chest, wishing to bury his tiny head in her arms.

“Little Chale, Jasy will take you ho.”

“Hmm.”

The little one nodded, extrely happy.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t exactly describe the atmosphere in the Cheney Residence at this mont, she just felt it was different from before.

Now, the owner of this place was Yolanda Fern.

And Yolanda Fern was also not quite the sa Yolanda Fern as before.

She wasn’t sure if it was an illusion.

Jasmine Yale did not want to linger, she left the Cheney residence with Chale Cheney in her arms.

Yolanda Fern and Sylvan Cheney were engaged, it was reasonable for her to stay at the Cheney residence, but Jasmine Yale had an indescribable feeling.

By the roadside, Jasmine Yale hailed a taxi.

She held Chale Cheney in her arms in the back seat, her gaze held inscrutable depths.

She rubbed her forehead, pressing the pulsing temple.

Chale Cheney was young, he didn’t understand anything.

He just opened his big eyes, curled up like a little kitten in Jasmine Yale’s arms.

“Jasy, Aunt Yolanda ca back today.”

“Did she co alone?”

“Yes.” Chale Cheney nodded, “Aunt Yolanda told baby today that dad had an accident and will never co back.”

“She told you that?” Jasmine Yale was astonished.

So it was Yolanda who told Little Chale, no wonder the little one cried so fiercely.

“Jasy, is it true? Is it? Where did dad go? Little Grey hasn’t been brought back…”

Chale Cheney shook Jasmine Yale’s arm, he only trusted what Jasmine Yale said.

Jasy was the best.

“No, don’t listen to her nonsense. Dad is on a business trip, just a bit longer this ti. He called today and said he had bought Little Grey for you and will send it to you tomorrow.” Jasmine Yale coaxed.

“Did dad call you?”

“Yes.”

“Does dad like you?” Chale Cheney covered his face, giggling shyly.

“Um…”

Jasmine Yale suddenly felt trapped.

“Is it?” Chale Cheney persisted.

“No.” Jasmine Yale denied.

“Then, Jasy, do you like my dad?”

Jasmine Yale was a bit flustered.

A child’s question could be very sharp.

“My Dad is really good.” Chale Cheney said earnestly.

Jasmine Yale pinched his face, this little guy took every opportunity to promote his dad, as if nobody wanted his dad.

She turned her head and looked out the window.

Her gaze was covered in a light, hazy luster.

Outside the window, the trees were receding at high speed, the trunks were slender, and the withered grass endless.

Sylvan Cheney, your son misses you.

Seeing that Jasmine Yale didn’t respond, Chale Cheney thought she looked down on Elder Cheney.

“Jasy, really. Elder Cheney is nice. He’s handso, his voice is nice, and he earns a lot of money. He also teaches baby to play the piano and sleeps with baby. Jasy, don’t you like baby?”