Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 575: Elder Cheney, your baby has been bullied

“No, Little Chale is the best.” Jasmine Yale tried to soothe him.

“So, do you like Elder Cheney?” As Chale Cheney asked, he looked at her full of expectation.

Jasmine Yale looked into the innocent, teary eyes of the child, not wanting to let him down.

She smiled, “Yes, I do. Is that okay?”

“Wow!” Chale Cheney was thrilled, really thrilled, “I knew Baby knew that Jasy likes Elder Cheney, Elder Cheney also likes Jasy.”

Listening to the childish words of the little boy, Jasmine Yale felt a little sad.

Her eyes reddened and her nose tingled.

This innocent little one, she couldn’t bear to hurt.

His cheerful personality must have come from his mother. Free and easy, just perfect.

“Little Chale, where did Butler Santana go?” Jasmine Yale asked.

“I don’t know.” Chale Cheney shook his head, “Daddy is not at home, Baby doesn’t want to go back. I’m not happy with Aunt Yolanda anymore, why does she have to lie to Baby?”

Chale Cheney was getting a little angry.

How can Aunt Yolanda deceive him like this?

“Don’t listen to her. If you don’t want to go back home, you can stay with Jasy.”

“But what about Riceball, and Ali…”

Chale Cheney thought about his small pets, holding his head, pouting.

“How about letting Uncle Heath taking care of Riceball and Ali for a few days?”

This was the only solution Jasmine Yale could come up with at the moment.

She didn’t want Chale Cheney to interact with Yolanda Fern as well. How could one say such things to a child?

Even if it was a reality, it should not be told directly to Little Chale.

“Okay, letting Uncle Heath take care of Riceball and Ali.” Chale Cheney was quite happy, “Jasy takes care of Baby.”

“Okay, Jasy takes care of Baby.”

Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but kissed the little fellow a few times, holding him close, not wanting to let go.

“Jasy, why didn’t you care about me for a while, especially in Sinkapore, it really made me sad.”

Chale Cheney leaned against Jasmine Yale’s chest, snuggling in her arms.

The little fellow was cuddly soft; holding him felt like carrying a plush doll.

“That time it was Jasy’s fault, Jasy wasn’t in a good mood.”

It wouldn’t happen again.

A lot of things were between her and Sylvan Cheney.

Now that Sylvan Cheney is gone, all those entanglements have been severed.

“Jasy, you have to be happy.” Chale Cheney tried to comfort her.

“So does Little Chale. If anyone bullies you, you must tell Jasy, understand?” Jasmine Yale reminded him.

She didn’t know why, every time the little fellow was hurt, her instinct to protect always surged from the bottom of her heart.

That desire to protect seemed more like a maternal instinct.

She didn’t know if this was because she had lost a child before…

“Hmm.” The little one nodded, “They locked Baby in the house, not letting Baby roam around, Daddy will never do that.”

Though Elder Cheney is harsh towards him, he would never lock him in the bedroom.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have tried to climb down the tree.

Those people are so annoying.

Why did they bully him when Daddy isn’t home?

Elder Cheney, your baby’s being bullied, and you’re not here to help. Humph!

The more Chale Cheney thought about it, the angrier he got, puffing up his cheeks.

“When did they lock you at home?”

“Today.”

“I see.” The light in Jasmine Yale’s eyes dimmed slightly.

Yolanda Fern came back today and locked Little Chale at home? What was she up to?

Jasmine Yale recalled the morning she left Landon. Yolanda Fern and Chale Cheney got along so well, so harmoniously. How could she treat Chale Cheney like this after Sylvan Cheney’s death?

Jasmine Yale rubbed her temples, not quite understanding.

Maybe, she was overthinking.