Fated love: the unwanted bride

Doctor Zaila chuckled, “Don’t run, we’ll be done soon. Boys should be more courageous.”

“People in white coats are bad.” Chale Cheney rubbed his eyes, feeling very troubled.

Jasmine Yale and Doctor Zaila both laughed.

Bending down, Jasmine Yale picked him up, “People in white coats aren’t bad, they are doctors.”

“They’re going to poke me with little needles…” Chale Cheney pouted and pointed to his wrist and arm, as if he had been stuck many times before.

“Don’t be scared, it’s just like a mosquito bite, Jasy is here.” Jasmine Yale comforted him, patting his head.

Previously, she herself was scared of getting injections. Now, she was comforting children.

Ever since she met the little fella, she had given him all her love.

She didn’t ask for anything in return, eventhough she knew that she would have to leave his life someday.

After coaxing him for a long time, Jasmine Yale and Doctor Zaila finally made Chale Cheney happy.

Jasmine Yale promised to take him to play after his check-up.

As he was jabbed with the needle, the little guy looked as if a great disaster was imminent, his teeth clenched tightly.

Jasmine Yale covered his eyes.

Just like how Sylvan Cheney used to cover her eyes.

In the middle of it all, Doctor Zaila took a phone call.

“Mr. Cheney.”

“Has the blood sample been taken?”

“Yes, both from the young master and Miss Yale.”

“No third party should know.”

“I understand, don’t worry.”

“Okay.”

Doctor Zaila walked back into his office.

Jasmine Yale was playing with Chale Cheney; they were having lots of fun.

“Miss Yale, why don’t you take Chale to eat something?” suggested Doctor Zaila.

“Is it over?” asked Jasmine Yale.

“Yes, it’s finished.”

“Okay, thank you, doctor. I’ll take the little one to eat something, he’s hungry.’

Jasmine Yale, carrying him, went to the restaurant.

Tomer and Butler Santana had already prepared everything.

Chale Cheney was still looking at the needle mark on his arm.

“Wah, I won’t come back next time,” the little guy said, feeling sorry for himself.

Jasmine Yale laughed, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Come eat breakfast. After we finish, we’ll go to the zoo, okay?”

“I want to see the little fox!”

“Sure, sure.”

Jasmine Yale knew that this little fella really liked little foxes.

Chale Cheney took a sip of milk as if he thought of something.

He asked Jasmine Yale for her phone: “Jasy, I miss Dad. I want to call Dad.”

“Okay.”

Jasmine Yale handed him the phone.

“Dad!” The little fella dialed the number.

“Yes? What’s the matter?”

“Dad, I just got an injection from the doctor. It hurts.”

“Oh.”

“It hurts a lot.”

“I know.”

Chale Cheney:”…”

Doesn’t dad feel sorry for him? It hurts so much.

Chale Cheney: “Dad, I miss you. When are you coming back?”

“Soon.”

“Remember to bring back gifts for me and also for Jasy. You mustn’t be partial.”

“I know.”

“Dad, you can’t like foreign ladies.”

“Dad, why aren’t you talking?”

“I’m hanging up.”

Having said that, Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone. This kid, so talkative.

Chale Cheney seemed disappointed as he lay down on the table holding the phone, “Jasy, does Dad not like me anymore? Why doesn’t he let me talk more?”

Jasmine Yale laughed as she picked him up and placed him on her lap.

“Your dad is busy.”

“Always busy, I don’t believe that.”

“Alright, come eat breakfast.” Jasmine Yale fed him a spoonful of plain rice porridge.

The little guy was looking at Jasmine Yale’s phone, he poked the screen, “Jasy, this picture doesn’t look good.”