Fated love: the unwanted bride

Smoke swirled around his face. In the moonlight, every line of his face was taut.

Cold, ruthless, and somber.

“If anything happens, don’t ever see the kid again,” Sylvan Cheney tossed out a comment.

“It won’t happen!”

Jasmine Yale shouted, clutching Little Chale tightly.

“Jasy, Uncle Cheney is actually quite nice, really,” Chale Cheney began defending Sylvan again.

What else could he do? The man was his biological father after all.

“Don’t learn from him. He has a bad temper and his character is a bit off,” Jasmine cautioned, fondly brushing the little boy’s face.

It had been a while since she had last seen him. He had grown taller and was even more handsome now.

That day he was wearing a blue sweater, looking very well-behaved.

“Yes, his temper isn’t very good,” Chale admitted, “Jasy, why do you think that is?”

“It’s innate.”

“Jasy is the best,” the little fellow said, snuggling against Jasmine’s neck.

He really loved the scent Jasmine wore.

And so, Jasmine took Chale home.

Along the way, the little one opened his backpack and showed Jasmine his drawings.

After returning to the Cheney Residence, Sylvan made a call to Charles McIntosh.

“Mr. Cheney.”

“Keep a close eye on them.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Ungrateful prick!” Sylvan cursed into the receiver.

Charles remained silent. He always knew who Mr. Cheney was cursing at.

Chale Cheney had returned to Jasmine Yale’s home once again.

Peyenne Jones was away on business, leaving Jasmine and Chaley to enjoy themselves.

“Jasy, I like your bed,” Chale Cheney sprawled out on the small bed, sticking his butt out.

“Then sleep here more often.”

“But Jasy, I like you more.”

“You naughty boy,” Jasmine pinched his face.

This little boy knew just how to cheer people up.

Jasmine’s bad mood had disappeared. Chaley truly was the best gift she’d ever been given.

Just seeing him would make her happy, she didn’t know why.

“Jasy, did you get into a fight with Uncle Cheney today?” Chale Cheney asked.

“No way,” she replied.

“I think Uncle Cheney actually likes you.”

“Huh?” Jasmine laughed, “That’s impossible. Children shouldn’t make things up. Your Uncle Cheney is married.”

Sylvan Cheney wasn’t blind; how could he possibly like her?

In his eyes, she was worth nothing.

She was just a pet he picked up casually. Once he got sick of her, he’d throw her away.

Chale blinked wide-eyed, Elder Cheney was married? To whom? How did he not know about this?

But then, if Elder Cheney wasn’t married, where did he come from?

What about his mom?

This question had been bothering him for a long, long, long while now.

After her shower, Jasmine snuggled up with the little boy to sleep. His soft body was so comforting to hold.

“Little Chaley, go to sleep,” she crooned softly.

Chale wriggled a bit closer into Jasmine’s embrace, his tiny hand scratching her waist.

Jasmine laughed, “Naughty boy.”

Shortly after messing around with Jasmine, Chale fell asleep.

He didn’t fuss about sleeping in unfamiliar places; he only recognized people.

Jasmine held him, and he slept soundly.

Unfortunately, sleep didn’t come nearly so easily for Jasmine.

Today, she had argued with Sylvan Cheney again.

If it wasn’t for Chaley, she wouldn’t bother having anything to do with him.

She touched her lips, she could still faintly smell Sylvan’s scent, a delicate blend of agarwood fragrance and tobacco.

Unable to sleep, she turned to her phone and silently sent out a status update on Weibo.

“The world is full of malice, but luckily, I have you.”

Attached to the post was a photo: her hand holding Little Chale’s..