Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chale looked at Lana, blinking his eyes.

"It\'s okay. Aunt Lana will also be living in Landon from now on. If you need anything, come and find Aunt Lana. Aunt Lana will take you out to play too."

"Hmm." Chale obediently nodded.

Lana smiled. Kids were so easy to coax.

"Chale, Mom\'s busy with work in the US and can\'t be with you. Please, don\'t be mad at Mom."

"My mom is in the US?"

"Yes, Aunt Lana\'s sister is your mom."

"Aunt Yolanda?" Chale curiously blinked.

He had met Aunt Yolanda before, but only a few times. Each time she came, Elder Cheney was there.

He hadn\'t talked much with Aunt Yolanda, but he knew that she cared and was good to him.

She always brought him loads of tasty food and fun toys...

"Yes, Aunt Yolanda is your mom. Hasn\'t Dad told you about it?"

Chale shook his head, "Dad didn\'t say."

"Maybe Dad didn\'t want you disturbing Yolanda\'s work. She\'s too busy to take care of you, so don\'t be angry. Aunt Lana will try and get her to call you more, don\'t blame her."

"I won\'t."

Chale wisely nodded his head.

"Oh dear, Chale is so good."

Lana patted Chale\'s head, a gentle smile on her face.

Just then, Riceball nudged Lana\'s leg, not too friendly.

Lana was still scared of big dogs and her face showed panic. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Aunt Lana, Riceball doesn\'t bite."

Chale rubbed Riceball\'s head, signalling it to calm down.

Riceball lay down on the ground again, still giving Lana an unfriendly look.

"Hmm... Chale, do you want to go out and play with Aunt Lana?"

"I\'m okay playing at home with Riceball."

"Won\'t you get bored? Kids need to go out more."

"Dad will take me out." Chale, still persistent, shook his head.

Lana thought, there\'s still time. She didn\'t need to rush.

When they were in Lonton, Butler Santana always listened to Sylvan Cheney, not giving Lana much chance to interact with Chale.

Now back in Landon, Tomer, the butler of the Cheney Residence, always spoiled Lana and her sister. He would definitely be on her side.

Lana was a bit uneasy seeing Riceball glaring at her.

But she didn\'t say anything.

"Aunt Lana is going now. I\'ve brought a lot of gifts for you, they\'re downstairs." Lana beamed.

"Hmm, bye-bye Aunt Lana."

For some reason, Lana felt that Chale was still not very close to her.

Normally, don\'t children like gentle, beautiful aunts?

Was she not gentle enough?

Not beautiful enough?

When Lana left, Chale embraced Riceball\'s head.

Riceball rubbed against Chale, sticking out its tongue to lick Chale\'s little hand.

"Riceball, is Aunt Yolanda really my mom?"

"Hmm?" Riceball looked concerned. How would it know...

"If Aunt Yolanda is my mom, why does Elder Cheney hold hands with other girls?"

In Chale\'s mind, Sylvan Cheney was a good man.

Although he was stern, he never flirted with innocent ladies.

However, he might also be pretending.

After all, Elder Cheney even hid a girl\'s ID photo under his pillow.

Was that something a good man would do?

"Good dog, do you think Elder Cheney is lecherous? If you think so, bark once."

"Woof."

"I think the same as you."

The little guy stroked Riceball\'s head and burst into laughter, revealing two rows of pearly white baby teeth.

Luckily, he had a understanding dog.

It wasn\'t in vain that he raised it. It was so sensible.

Chale jumped off the bed and, leading the dopey Elaskan, walked out.