Chapter 870: Chapter 870: Endless Disappointnt
“Yes, he is such a wise and intelligent person, of course, what he does is right, and of course, he has his own thoughts and reasons. Besides, Little Chale is his son, whatever he does is correct, he doesn’t need to consider other people’s feelings, doesn’t need to mind other people’s moods, he does whatever he wants.” Jasmine Yale said indifferently.
Her voice was full of hoarseness and choking.
He never asked for anyone else’s opinion when he did things.
Whatever he wanted, and anything he wished to do, others just needed to cooperate and comply, not resist.
Just like, when she wanted to leave the villa to go back to her own little house, he wouldn’t tolerate her saying “no”.
Just like, in bed, when she said no, he also wouldn’t allow her to resist; as long as he wanted, she had to comply.
This ti, sending Little Chale away was his decision, regardless of whether she was awake or not, he would not change this decision.
He was that kind of domineering person.
So domineering that he wouldn’t consider anyone else’s feelings.
She really hated this side of him.
Hated it to the extre.
Butler Santana watched Jasmine Yale helplessly, she naturally understood who Jasmine Yale was referring to as “he”.
Similarly, she also saw endless disappointnt in Jasmine Yale’s eyes.
“Miss Yale, don’t bla Mr. Cheney, Mr. Cheney truly has the best intentions for the young master, please don’t bla him…”
“What is there to bla him for? Do I have the right to bla him? Little Chale is his son, he allowed to be with Little Chale, which is already a great kindness. I should thank him, how can I bla him? He’s a man who considers the bigger picture, whatever he does, he has his reasons, how could I bla him?”
“Miss Yale…” Butler Santana was unspeakably pained.
She heard sorrow and disappointnt in Jasmine Yale’s tone…
Jasmine Yale’s expression was wooden, the gleam in her eyes had vanished, leaving only a bland dullness.
A coldness filled her chest, slowly seeping into each cell.
In an instant, she felt chilled to the bone, as if a north wind had blown through.
She hugged her arms slightly, looked up, toward the staircase.
Before, she looked up there would always be a little guy bouncing down, calling out “Jasy” “Jasy” while he ca.
Especially good, especially sensible, soone you wanted to hold in the palm of your hand and cherish.
Now…
Little Chale had left.
In her line of sight, there was only an empty staircase.
From now on, there would never be a little guy’s figure here, she would never see his innocent big eyes again.
The little guy’s hands were soft and ticklish when they hooked around her neck. He always had a light, faint scent of milk, which slled especially good.
She liked holding his plump little hand, taking him to school, helping him with howork, holding him as he slept.
Her devotion to Little Chale was sincere, without expecting anything in return.
But now, she didn’t even have the chance to give anymore.
Heh…indeed, what was her devotion for? His father had everything, could give him everything, what did she have to offer?
She was rely deluding herself.
Even in other people’s eyes, this devotion was seen as a tactic to get close to Sylvan Cheney, a scheming woman in the eyes of outsiders.
Climbing to high branches by relying on a child, getting close to Sylvan Cheney.
Little Chale had left; this ti, he truly had gone.
The more than half a year they spent together was like a dream, or perhaps, in her life, there was never a little guy nad “Little Chale”.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes weakly, her mind entirely filled with Little Chale’s figure.
Unshakeable, following her like a shadow.
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