Fated love: the unwanted bride

But, Little Chale tied it for her, and she liked it a lot.

The little one rested on her lap, with his hands gently rubbing her waist.

“Jasy said, she would never leave me.”

Little Chale stayed close to her chest, clutching onto her. He was terrified that she might leave.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t believe he still remembered.

She didn’t say anything, changing the subject: “Little Chale, this bead is so beautiful.”

“Yes, yes, dad has one too.”

As he spoke, Chale Cheney pointed to Sylvan Cheney’s wrist.

Only then, Jasmine Yale noticed that Little Chale had put a red string on Sylvan Cheney too.

Sylvan Cheney let him have his way.

However, the bead on Sylvan Cheney’s string wasn’t purple. It was black.

Jasmine Yale felt embarrassed for some reason.

The red string…It means something different from what Little Chale understands.

The red string… signifies acquaintance, connection, and eternal companionship.

It’s a symbol of marriage and love.

Not…

But in front of him, she didn’t feel right to untie it.

“Men don’t look good wearing this.”

Jasmine Yale glanced at Sylvan Cheney, hinting for him to removed it.

At least, it definitely didn’t suit Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney raised his wrist, examined the red string, then looked towards her again.

“I think it’s pretty good.”

Jasmine Yale felt even more uncomfortable.

By the time they arrived at the cinema, it was already past six in the evening.

The night was dawning, and the lights were starting to glow.

Little Chale stood in front of the huge movie poster saying: “Oh no, it’s not

‘Three Mice’, it’s ‘Three Tigers’.”

The poster featured three baby tigers, and they looked very cute.

Jasmine Yale chuckled, “Little Chale, which one do you like?”

Chale Cheney pointed to the smallest one, with his bright eyes beaming, “This one!”

Jasmine Yale walked to the front desk and saw a little tiger on sale, so she bought him one.

Chale Cheney was so happy. He held onto the little tiger and wouldn’t let go.

“Such a cute little tiger, I like it so much.” The little one was just too happy. Seeing him so joyful, Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but smile too.

Jasmine Yale held his hand as they continued into the cinema.

Sylvan Cheney followed behind.

The little one bouncing around, holding onto Jasmine Yale on one hand and the little tiger on the other.

Upon entering the screening room, it was already quite crowded.

Their seats were at the back, chosen by Sylvan Cheney.

“Mr. Cheney, do you find this kind of movie boring? How about you go somewhere else and come back to pick us up when the movie is over?” Jasmine suggested.

She used to love cartoons when she was little, but Sylvan would say that they were boring.

She used to read comics, and he called that childish.

“I’ll remain here with my son.” Sylvan sat down.

“Let’s watch it together!”

Little Chale sat between them, placed the little tiger on his lap, and grabbed

onto Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney’s hand.

Jasmine Yale’s heart rate quickened.

She was completely at the mercy of this little one.

Basically, whatever he requested, she was ready to fulfill.

If he wanted a star, she would pluck it from the sky if she could…

Why did this adorable kid have to be Sylvan Cheney’s son? Jasmine Yale’s lips curled into a smirk.

The movie started, and the screening room became dark.

Jasmine Yale wasn’t opposed to cartoons either. She was absorbed in the film just like Little Chale was.

But children don’t have much patience, halfway through the movie he became sleepy…

Little Chale yawned and rested on Jasmine’s leg.

He fell asleep.

The toy tiger fell to the floor.

Jasmine Yale gently tweaks his black hair. Fearing that she might wake him up, she didn’t move.

Sylvan Cheney bent down to pick up the toy tiger for Little Chale..