Fated love: the unwanted bride

“No way.”

After saying that, Jasmine Yale strode out.

Charles Mcintosh took her back to the company, Sylvan Cheney didn’t leave, he stayed at home with Chale Cheney.

The little guy had already fallen asleep, his forehead wasn’t that hot anymore.

Sylvan Cheney touched his face, tucked him in, and quietly went outside.

Riceball staggered behind Sylvan Cheney, hopping along.

Sylvan Cheney went to the study, and it followed him there.

Sylvan Cheney sat on the sofa, processing documents with his laptop on his lap, and Riceball obediently lay beside his feet, its big eyes boisterously scanning the room.

When Chale Cheney woke up, it was already past three o’clock in the afternoon.

“Dad, Jasy…”

Chale Cheney lifted the blanket and started yelling.

Why is no one around, where are the people…?

Sylvan Cheney heard Chale Cheney’s voice and came from the study.

“Daddy!”

The little guy, wearing slippers, rushed into Sylvan Cheney’s embrace.

Sylvan Cheney reached out, um, the fever has subsided a lot.

He picked up the little guy and threw him back onto the bed.

“Don’t run around, what do you want?”

“Where’s Jasy? I want Jasy…” The little guy blinked his big eyes and watched Sylvan Cheney without moving.

“She went to work, she’ll be back in the evening to keep you company.”

“Dad, I wish I could see Jasy every day…”

“Don’t push your luck!”

“Hmm…”

So fierce.

“Dad, can you give me back my phone then?” Chale Cheney stared at Sylvan Cheney with hopeful eyes.

“No!”

“But without a phone, I can’t call you when I miss you at kindergarten.”

“I don’t miss you.”

“…” Chale Cheney looked to the heavens.

“Do you still feel uncomfortable?” Sylvan Cheney asked.

In the morning, the little guy had a high fever, his face was all flushed, he didn’t speak or drink water, he was completely still.

That made him somewhat panicked.

With only one son, it’s impossible not to cherish him.

“I feel better once I see you, Dad.”

“Who did you learn that from.” Sylvan Cheney laughed.

It was rare for Chale Cheney to see Elder Cheney smile when he did, he was flabbergasted.

The little guy also laughed, clinging to Sylvan Cheney.

Everyone in the family said that Elder Cheney was as cold as ice, hard to approach, but he found that Elder Cheney was quite nice most of the time.

Especially to him, he was particularly good.

Of course, except when he was angry.

The little guy’s warm and chubby hands were around Sylvan Cheney’s neck, and Sylvan Cheney smirked.

“Dad, I really like Jasy, do you like her?”

“Answer me, answer me.” Chale Cheney began to act coy.

“I don’t like her.”

“Why…” The little guy was very hurt, especially hurt.

His little mouth instantly deflated.

“She doesn’t like me, why should I like her?”

“But Jasy really likes me, why doesn’t she like you?”

“Why do you have so many whys?”

“Because I’m cute.”

Sylvan Cheney pinched his face, smirking.

Chale Cheney was hungry, his stomach growling, so Sylvan Cheney cooked something for him.

The little guy was even more flabbergasted.

Sylvan Cheney took his temperature again, and seeing that it had mostly subsided, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chale Cheney ate while talking to Sylvan Cheney.

Although, it was mostly him talking, Sylvan Cheney listening.

The afternoon sun shone through the window and fell finely on the floor, refracting a chaotic landscape.

The sycamore tree outside the window was still tall and majestic, but it was autumn, and most of its leaves had fallen.

Inside the room, it was quiet and peaceful.

“Dad, I remembered something.” Chale Cheney mysteriously looked towards Sylvan Cheney..