Fated love: the unwanted bride

Spencer Childe laughingly said: “Kiddo, I’ve seen your drawings, you’re making great progress.”

“I can’t compare with you, grandpa. You’re praising me too much. Mine is just little useless skill,” Yolanda Fern said with an embarrassed smile.

Spencer Childe sat on the sofa, with the outdoor sunlight shinning in.

His aged face was covered in wrinkles, and sunlight too.

Sylvan Cheney had eaten and glanced at Spencer Childe.

His grandfather… seemed very happy.

Sylvan didn’t disturb him anymore and got up to go outside.

Charles Mcintosh also followed him.

Sylvan lit a cigarette and returned to his bedroom.

“Mcintosh, you should go and eat first, don’t have to follow me.”

“Yes, Mr. Cheney, please let me know if you need something.”

“Hmm.”

Once Mcintosh left, Sylvan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window.

He made a call to his subordinate.

“Gets any info?”

“Mr. Cheney, we found out that Miss Yale and Miss Lana Fern met each other three years ago in a theatre troupe. Miss Yale got to know Miss Fern when she was interviewing for the assistant’s job.”

“Oh? So why did they have a disagreement?”

“It’s said they mutually disliked each other.”

Sylvan chuckled quietly. Mutually disliked each other?

Jasmine Yale is always clear about who she likes and dislikes. How could she have a problem with Lana Fern with no reason?

“Keep digging.”

Obviously, Sylvan wasn’t satisfied with the answer.

In this world, there is no hate without a reason.

Just like how Jasmine Yale hates him.

At the Cheney Residence.

Jasmine, after dinner, was taking a walk with Chale Cheney.

Chale, skipping happily, was holding Jasmine’s hand.

“Ya Ya, daddy’s been gone almost five days.” The little guy said sadly.

“Oh.”

Jasmine was stunned for a moment. Has it been five days?

There were yellow leaves all over the road, making crackling sounds when stamped on.

Little Chale enjoyed doing that very much and did not stop hopping.

Every time he heard the rustling sound, he would laugh happily. He was having a wonderful time.

“By the way, Chale, Ya Ya has a gift for you.”

Jasmine pulled out that jade-beaded bracelet from the pocket of her windbreaker.

Something that Sylvan didn’t want.

The bracelet was exquisite and perfect. She, although clueless, knew that it was tremendously valuable.

Even though Sylvan had said it could only be left with a female, she thought it made sense to give it to Chale… since he was the rightful owner after all.

“What is it?”

The curious little Chale stopped and looked up at Jasmine with anticipation.

Under the street light, the little guy’s big eyes were gleaming like black jewels, shining with innocence.

Jasmine squatted down, smiling as she pinched the little one’s chubby face.

She caught Chale’s hand and opened it.

The little one’s palm was soft and warm.

When the cool bracelet was placed in his palm, he was startled for a moment.

“Ya Ya, what is this?”

“It’s a bracelet, keep it.” Jasmine said with a smile.

“So pretty.” Chale touched the beads, “But, Ya Ya this is for adults.”

“Chale, just keep it and play with it.”

Jasmine caressed his face and chuckled.

There was an added bit of heartache in her smile.

This little guy is really cute. He would be much better if he wasn’t Sylvan’s son.

One day, they would have to part ways, and that she couldn’t be with him forever.

“Ya Ya, you would certainly look wonderful with it on. Don’t give it back to me, why don’t you wear it yourself?” The little boy said in his baby-ish voice.

His grape-like big eyes were full of expectation as he stared at Jasmine.

“Little Chale, this is a gift from Ya Ya to you, you can’t return it.” Jasmine caressed his small face.

Children are very innocent.