Chapter 821: Chapter 821: Doesn’t Your Conscience Hurt?
He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there, Sylvan Cheney forgot to leave.
Perhaps it was the heavy, familiar sll of smoke on Sylvan that stirred Chale Cheney, who moved his eyelids and woke up!
Daddy?
He hurriedly rubbed his eyes.
Yes!
“Daddy, daddy…” the little guy called out.
...
Sylvan ca back to his senses, looking down, “Hmm.”
“Daddy, when did you co back, I missed…”
The little guy sat up from the bed, his small hands wrapping around Sylvan’s neck, snuggling into him!
Hmm, he wasn’t dreaming, it really was Elder Cheney!
But Elder Cheney had been smoking, he wrinkled his nose.
“It’s early, go back to sleep,” Sylvan said as he pried off the little fingers.
“No, don’t want to,” Chale Cheney refused to let go, clutching tightly to him, “Daddy, why did you co back so late, and what about Jasy? Is she back too?”
“She’s sick, in the hospital.”
“Baby wants to go see her, wants to go.”
“No, sleep,” Sylvan ignored his coquettish demands, “She’s not well, can’t stand kids being noisy.”
“Then baby will go see her in a few days, when she’s feeling better, I promise I won’t bother her,” the little guy said sitting up straight, very serious, making a solemn promise.
“Alright, ti to sleep.”
Sylvan pushed him back down and tucked him in with the blanket.
“Daddy, please, in a few days baby will go see Jasy, she even told before going to work today that she wanted to keep her company,” Chale Cheney’s shiny big eyes were especially beautiful.
“Go to sleep, do you hear ?” Sylvan said with a cold voice.
“Hmm…”
Chale Cheney felt a bit wronged, why was Elder Cheney getting angry again?
Getting angry over nothing, does he think I’m an easy target? Humph!
He pulled up the blanket with his little hand, huffing indignantly, “Little Dahlia’s daddy is so nice, he plays with her, talks to her, makes crafts with her, always smiling, never gets angry. If you were half as good as Little Dahlia’s daddy, that would be great! Humph!”
“What are you muttering about?” Sylvan was displeased.
“Nothing,” Chale Cheney was even less satisfied.
He turned his head away, sticking his little bottom in the air, and went to sleep.
Elder Cheney didn’t care about him, and he didn’t want to care about Elder Cheney anymore.
Baby is ignoring you now! Elder Cheney, doesn’t your conscience hurt?
This morning in kindergarten, Little Dahlia’s dad brought a lot of fruit, bananas, strawberries, pineapples…
Little Dahlia said her dad had just co back from a trip these past few days and that he would co to kindergarten again tomorrow to see her.
When Little Dahlia’s dad ca, he could also bask in the reflected glory!
Lots of delicious food!
Plus, Little Dahlia’s dad was super gentle, never got angry, and was very nice to him.
Chale Cheney really wanted to go ho with Little Dahlia’s dad.
But Elder Cheney was fierce, and then there was Jasy.
Jasy was very nice to him!
For Jasy’s sake, he had to endure Elder Cheney’s bad temper.
Sylvan stared at the little guy in the bed for a long ti, and not until several minutes later did he heavily walk away.
As soon as the door closed, the bedroom imdiately plunged into darkness.
When Sylvan ca out, he saw Butler Santana who hadn’t gone to bed yet.
“Mr. Cheney, the storm outside is very strong, I made you so ginger tea. Would you like so before you go to sleep?”
“No need.”
Sylvan declined and walked toward the study along the staircase.
“Mr. Cheney, it’s getting late, you should get so sleep, you still have to go to the company when it’s light,” Butler Santana said, seeing the exhaustion and weariness on Sylvan’s face.
“I still have things to do, you go sleep.”
“Is Miss Yale back?”
“She’s at the hospital.”
Sylvan pushed the door to his study open, and Butler Santana knew not to ask further.
He switched on the light and the low-key decorated study lit up brightly.
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