Fated love: the unwanted bride

The little guy was sitting alone on the bed, silently playing with building blocks.

Next to the blocks was that string of dimly green jade bead bracelet.

As soon as the door opened, Chale Cheney jumped off the bed, his big eyes staring at him: “Dad.”

“You’re still not asleep? Hmm?”

Sylvan Cheney walked over, bent down, his warm large hand stroking his fluffy head.

It was already past ten in the evening.

“I can’t sleep, Dad, I miss Jasy…”

Chale Cheney looked up at Sylvan Cheney, his grape-like eyes filled with anticipation and moist fog.

“What do you miss about her?” Sylvan’s tone was dull.

“I just miss her. How would a baby know why?” Chale Cheney wrapped his arm around Sylvan Cheney’s, “Dad, Jasy hasn’t come to see me for many days. I think Jasy doesn’t like me anymore.”

Jasmine Yale ignored him; he always thought he had upset her.

However, he didn’t know what he had done wrong.

“Why does a kid think so much? Go get some sleep.” Sylvan Cheney put on a straight face.

He cleaned up all the blocks and casually took away the bracelet.

However, as soon as he held it, Chale Cheney pounced on him like a puppy!

“Dad, give me back the bracelet, it’s a gift from Jasy. Only if I put it under my pillow I can fall asleep.”

Chale Cheney looked at the bracelet as if it was his treasure.

Sylvan Cheney was helpless.

What a silly son he had.

Chale Cheney was stubborn, if Sylvan Cheney didn’t let go, he wouldn’t either.

The father and son stayed stiff.

Especially Chale Cheney, who initially looked pitiful with teary eyes, slowly turned hostile towards Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney had no choice but to let go.

When Chale Cheney got his bracelet back, he carefully put it under his pillow.

Finally, he looked at Sylvan Cheney happily.

“Dad, I can’t fall asleep.” He jumped beside Sylvan Cheney’s leg and rubbed against him vigorously.

For the first time, Sylvan Cheney didn’t yell at him, but instead looked down and stroked his head —

“Let’s go. I will take you to the balcony to watch the stars.”

“Really?”

Their lights gleamed in Chale Cheney’s big eyes! He held onto Sylvan Cheney tightly, refusing to let go.

He had always wanted his Dad to accompany him to stargaze. It wasn’t about the beauty of the stars; he just wanted to be with Elder Cheney.

“Uh-huh.”

Sylvan Cheney answered, and then bent down to pick him up.

The little guy was completely taken by surprise!

Elder Cheney usually didn’t bother with him, but today… he actually took the initiative to hold him.

Sylvan Cheney took a step forward, carrying Chale Cheney towards the highest balcony of the Cheney Residence.

The little guy obediently pressed his chubby face against his chest, coquettishly rubbing against him.

“Dad, you drank today.”

“Dad, Riceball was sick today.”

“Dad, the teacher praised me again today.”

Sylvan Cheney’s footsteps were steady and slow, stepping on the stairs one by one.

The kid was long used to Elder Cheney’s silence. If he didn’t speak, the kid would keep talking non-stop.

He knew that Elder Cheney was actually quite nice to him.

The entire Cheney Residence had long fallen into the deep slumber of the night.

The surroundings were shrouded in boundless darkness, only the street lights emitting bright light.

The Cheney residence’s glass open-air balcony was very spacious, offering panoramic views of the outside.

The weather was good that day, with few stars in the brightly lit moonlight and a layer of thin clouds in the sky.

Sylvan Cheney put down Chale Cheney.

The little guy jumped onto the soft chair and then patted the spot next to him.

“Dad, sit down together..”