Fated love: the unwanted bride

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Yolanda also looked up, her eyes filled with affection as she looked at Chale Cheney.

The little fellow, dressed in a small black trench coat, looked like a miniature version of Sylvan Cheney.

Father and son really resembled each other.

“Daddy, when did you come back? I’ve missed you so much.”

The little one seemed to have just woken up. He ran down the stairs and threw himself directly into Sylvan’s arms.

“Sit properly,” Sylvan frowned.

Chale Cheney was unfazed and continued to bury his head in Sylvan’s chest, acting spoilt.

“Daddy, don’t you miss me? I want a hug, hug…”

Sylvan naturally wouldn’t do such a thing in front of everyone; he pulled Chale Cheney away.

“Get your breakfast quickly and then go to kindergarten,” he said indifferently.

“Daddy, do you not like me anymore? You won’t even hug me, and it’s not like I’m asking for a kiss.” Chale Cheney frowned.

It had been such a long time since he had last seen his dad.

Even Jasy had been ignoring him…

Was he really annoying? Whimper…

Yolanda opened her arms and pulled him into a hug.

Her face filled with tenderness; she smiled and said, “Aunt Yolanda will hug you.”

Sylvan cast a glance at Chale Cheney: “Call her.”

Chale Cheney hugged Yolanda’s arm and looked up, “Aunt Yolanda.”

“What a good boy.” Yolanda was even happier. She picked him up and kissed him.

This child was so adorable. Even though she didn’t give birth to him, she liked him a lot.

“Come down, let your aunt eat her breakfast,” Sylvan instructed.

“It’s fine, I’ll hold him. I like Chale so much.” Yolanda cooed, “I wish I could see him everyday.”

Finished talking, Yolanda kissed his face.

Sylvan didn’t bother anymore.

Yolanda got Chale Cheney milk and eggs, hugged him with one hand and fed him with the other.

Chale Cheney’s mood wasn’t bad today.

“Chale, do you miss auntie or not? Hmm?” Yolanda looked down at the child in her arms.

“Hmm.” Chale Cheney nodded.

Yolanda felt quite relieved.

This little one smelled so sweet. When he was eating with his head down, his long eyelashes fluttering, he was obedient and well-behaved.

But, she still did not know who Chale Cheney’s mother was.

“Chale, auntie brought you a gift. I will give it to you after a while. Be good at school, okay?”

“Yes.”

Chale Cheney always felt that this auntie was very gentle, but it was different from Jasy’s gentleness.

“Chale, I heard your mid-terms are coming up? You will surely rank first, right?” Yolanda fed him a bite of cake.

“Hmm.” Chale Cheney nodded obediently.

He would definitely rank first, because Jasy promised him that if he ranked first, she would fulfill one of his wishes.

If it were possible… he wanted to tell Jasy to stop ignoring him.

This was hurting him.

He hadn’t seen Jasy in several days.

He missed her.

“Chale is so good.” Yolanda couldn’t help but praise, “Come on, take a sip of your milk.”

“He can do it himself,” Sylvan frowned, “don’t spoil him.”

Yolanda startled, “Mr. Cheney, Chale is still little. You’re being too strict.”

Chale Cheney bit into his bread, blinking at Yolanda, “I can do it.”

Yolanda smiled and couldn’t help but pinch his cheeks.

Such a good child. If only he were her own.

Pity… she was afraid she would never have a child in this lifetime.

Yolanda lowered her head, her eyes misting over, just like the water droplets on a windowpane.

Chale Cheney sat in her lap, munching on his little piece of bread.

“Eat slowly.”

Sylvan glanced at him, reaching over to brush the crumbs away from the corner of his mouth.