Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasy was sick.

Last time he was sick, Jasy took care of him.

He needed to stay with Jasy now.

“Get well soon, Jasy, baby is waiting to eat food with you.” Chale Cheney comforted Jasmine Yale.

His big eyes were steadily fixed on Jasmine Yale.

Jasy had lost weight…

It had been a long time since he snuggled in Jasmine’s arms. He missed the feeling of being coddled by her.

“Chale, do you have something to say to Jasy?” Joe Heath coaxed him, “Speak up. If Jasy hears you, she’ll play with you.”

This was all that Joe Heath could do. He feared he would be at a loss if this didn’t work.

“I’d like to sleep with Jasy,” Chale Cheney blinked up at Joe Heath.

“Do you have more to say? You can tell Jasy anything you want, okay?”

“Okay.”

The little guy covered his face, slightly bashful.

“Jasy, I did well in my final exams, I came in first.” He took off his shoes, crawled up to Jasmine Yale, “Our teacher praised me, Jasy, will you praise me too…?”

His warm little hand rubbed against her neck.

Joe Heath sighed in his heart.

The little guy was only three years old.

He knew nothing.

Even the accident involving Sylvan Cheney was unknown to him.

He thought that his dad had gone on a trip.

His large innocent eyes sparkled brightly, with an adorable naivety.

He looked like a small meatball, nestling against Jasmine Yale’s pillow.

“Jasy, I miss you so much, Riceball misses you too, Ali misses you too. Finally I can see you today, will you please wake up and hold me…” Chale Cheney was very happy.

He didn’t know why he liked Jasmine Yale so much.

He liked her the moment he saw her.

He liked her very much.

He stretched out his little hand, hugging Jasmine Yale tightly, fearing that she might reject him again.

He was very upset when she ignored him.

Joe Heath sighed deeply…

Looking at Chale Cheney with his head against Jasmine’s, he felt envy.

He knew that Jasmine Yale liked Chale Cheney, she just suppressed it.

Although he didn’t understand why, amongst all the kids, Jasmine Yale especially liked Chale Cheney…

Nevertheless, he had to admit, Chale Cheney was more lovable and sensible than other kids.

Sylvan Cheney had a temper, but his son was loved by all.

Seeing Jasmine Yale not waking up for a long time, Chale was afraid, looking up at Joe Heath.

“Uncle Heath, why isn’t Jasy responding to me?”

“Jasy is sick. Will you stay with her?” Joe Heath bent down and said patiently.

“Yep.” Chale responded in his childish voice. “Is Jasy seriously ill?”

“Not serious, she has a fever, but needs company.”

“I’ll be here.”

He promised to protect Jasy.

“Good.” Joe Heath couldn’t help but pat his little head.

With Sylvan Cheney’s accident, he would take on the responsibility of raising Chale.

Chale lay against Jasmine’s pillow, continually talking to her.

“Jasy, baby hasn’t bought new clothes yet. Get well soon. Will you take me to buy new clothes…”

“Jasy, the scarf you knitted for me, I really like it, and dad likes it too…”

“Jasy, new year is coming, can you come to my house…”

Looking at Jasmine Yale’s pale face, Chale felt awful.

He couldn’t help but give Jasmine Yale a kiss.