Fated love: the unwanted bride

She knew that Chale Cheney had made many calls to her.

But she had turned off her phone and didn’t reply to any of them.

“Miss Yale, the little master really likes you. Children are so innocent, his affection for you is genuine,” sighed Butler Santana.

Jasmine Yale moved her lips, her face was gloomy, and she didn’t know what to say.

Obviously, Butler Santana was unaware of her situation with Sylvan Cheney.

Even fewer people knew about her pregnancy.

If Butler Santana knew that her child was aborted by Sylvan, would he still say those words?

She held the cup, her hand was trembling.

“Miss Yale, you don’t know how anxious the little master has been when you didn’t pick up his calls. He was crying. He refused to sleep or eat, and kept calling your name,” Butler Santana took a deep sigh, “He’s been crying out your name.”

The words were a stab in Jasmine Yale’s heart.

It hurt.

She could imagine the scene –

The little fellow was crying for her, pacing around restlessly, refusing to sleep. But no matter what, she was nowhere to be seen, and she didn’t even return his calls.

She understood that kind of heart-wrenching feeling.

But what could she do?

Better a short pain than a long one.

If they were bound to part in the future, it was better to do it while he was still young.

A three-year-old child doesn’t have many memories.

“Last night, Mr. Heath did call the little master. After the call, the little master was upset. When I asked him why, he wouldn’t really talk about it,” Butler Santana said, “Once it showed up after a long while, he finally said that Jasy didn’t want him anymore.”

Jasmine Yale blinked in surprise. Joe Heath had even phoned the youngster?

Joe Heath isn’t a bad person, but he’s always a bit mischievous.

She could imagine him saying something to upset Little Chale.

But how could he say such a thing to a child!

“Miss Yale, I know you are closer to Mr. Heath, but the little master is quite pitiful. He has no mother, and he has only just come to like someone. If you really don’t like him, at least don’t hurt him,” Butler Santana advised.

“I don’t dislike him,” Jasmine frowned.

She did not dislike Little Chale, not at all…

In all the days they had spent together, from the very first meeting, she had been looking after Little Chale just as if he were her own child.

She does not dislike him.

Of course, she also had not expected that Joe Heath would call Little Chale.

Chaley was obviously not himself today; he was sulky and upset, unlike the cheerful, vivacious little fellow he usually was.

He’s still just a kid.

“Miss Yale, if you like Little Chale, try to indulge the little master a bit, he is still very young,” Santana pleaded, “Maybe, I don’t have the right to demand this of you, Miss Yale, but I’m only suggesting. It’s up to you.”

“Butler Santana, I have my own concerns,” Jasmine said.

“Does Miss Yale have any difficulties?” Butler Santana was looking at her.

Butler Santana’s face was calm and his tone was kind.

Jasmine lowered her head in anxiety.

After a long while, she slowly said, “Butler Santana, actually the biggest problem now is not my return, but that Little Chale needs a mother. His attachment to me is primarily because he wants a mother.”

“Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney is not a casual person, so…” Butler Santana trailed off.

Meaning, the little master might not have a mother for quite a while.

“Butler Santana, one day, I will have to leave Little Chale,” Jasmine Yale stated it plainly.

“I know.” Butler Santana nodded, “But during this period, could you just appease the little master? He is a very mature little boy.”

Jasmine Yale felt a pang inside her heart.