Fated love: the unwanted bride

The little guy stood on the stairs, watching Jasmine Yale’s figure gradually disappear, feeling very sad inside.

A thin layer of mist clouded his big eyes, and his small face was full of grievance and misery.

Is it because he’s not cute? Is it because he’s not sensible? Is it because he’s too sticky to Jasy?

Why don’t they want him…

Chale Cheney squatted down and cried.

His small shoulders convulsed, shaking non-stop, crying so miserably.

Probably hearing the cry, Tomer came in.

Seeing Chale Cheney squatting on the stairs, she panicked and ran up to scoop him up.

“Young Master, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Who bullied you?” Tomer hurriedly asked.

Chale Cheney wiped his eyes with the back of his hand: “No one bullied me.” “Then why are you crying? Are you hungry? I just saw Miss Yale come in, did she bully you?”

“No, Jasy didn’t bully me.” Chale Cheney hastily said.

Tomer was puzzled. The young master was always obedient and wouldn’t cry for no reason.

Even when he was angry with Mr. Cheney, he would just sulk and not talk, he definitely wouldn’t cry.

“Where is Miss Yale?”

“Jasy is not feeling well, she went to sleep.”

Chale Cheney lowered his head, his eyelashes drooping.

Endless grievance still filled his small face.

“She really didn’t bully you?” Tomer didn’t believe.

She watched that girl grow up, that girl had quite a temper, spoiled by Mr. Cheney since childhood.

And that girl liked Mr. Cheney, it had not been just a day or two.

“No, really not.” Chale Cheney shook his head.

“Then shall we eat? Are you starving?”

“I don’t want to eat.”

“That’s not acceptable, young master, you are in your growing period, not eating is not being a good child.”

Chale Cheney glanced upstairs.

He wanted to eat with Jasy.

But, his Jasy was ignoring him.

“Tomer, am I not likable?” Chale Cheney timidly asked.

“How can it be? Who said that? Young master, you’re so cute, we all like you very much.” Tomer said.

From the moment she saw the little guy, she liked him.

This child was good-looking and sensible, how could anyone not like him.

Chale Cheney hung his head, his big eyes still very red.

Children really can’t hide their feelings, Tomer became suspicious again.

“Did Miss Yale say it?” Tomer asked.

In the Cheney Residence, no one dared to speak ill of Chale Cheney, except that girl probably.

“No, no.” Chale Cheney jumped out of Tomer’s arms, “I want to eat now.”

Only then did Tomer stop asking questions and lead Chale Cheney to dinner.

Upstairs, Jasmine Yale soaked herself in the bathtub.

Her eyes were scattered and lost.

Was Little Chale really Sylvan Cheney’s biological son?

She didn’t know what she was doubting anymore, after all, the little guy and Sylvan Cheney looked so alike.

Several times in the past, she felt they were alike, but she had deceived herself then.

What about now, does she still deceive herself?

Or maybe, does she still want Sylvan Cheney to tell her in person?

The bathroom was filled with a rich fragrance, the mirror was covered with a layer of mist.

As she thought, Jasmine Yale fell asleep.

She had a dream and dreamed of her Little Rascal again.

But the difference was, this time, her Little Rascal came back, hugging her and calling “Mommy”.

And this Little Rascal looked just like Little Chale.

Just when she was hugging and kissing the Little Rascal, Sylvan Cheney appeared, took the child from her hands, and carried him away!