Fated love: the unwanted bride

Although Uncle Heath was bothersome, it wouldn’t be good if the little fox went hungry.

Chale Cheney took the food from Butler Tomer’s hand and fed the little fox bit by bit.

The pure white little fox was newly born, its fur pristine, its eyes innocent, just like a little child.

Chale Cheney looked at it, and it looked back at him.

Riceball cried out in jealousy a couple of times, afraid that it would lose Chale’s affection.

It was going to lose favor!

The little fox was obedient and let Chale Cheney feed it willingly.

“Young master, aren’t you going to the piano teacher today?” Butler Tomer asked.

“I don’t have to, the teacher is sick, so I get a day off.”

Chale Cheney squatted down with eyes full of enthusiasm and vigor.

“That’s good, you’re young and your academics shouldn’t be too demanding.”

Chale Cheney didn’t understand what Butler Tomer was talking about, he just continued to feed the little fox quietly.

The well-behaved little fox sat on the ground, eating happily.

Riceball would occasionally dart towards the cage to scare the little fox.

Startled, the little fox would freeze on the spot.

Chale Cheney chuckled, clearly enjoying himself enormously.

Chale Cheney hadn’t known Butler Tomer for very long and had always kept a certain distance, at least, not as close as he was with Butler Santana.

Butler Tomer attempted to close the distance with Chale Cheney several times, but Chale Cheney was used to maintaining his distance.

“Young master, your life is going to get better. With a mother to look after you, it will be different,” said Butler Tomer.

“Huh?” Chale Cheney looked at Butler Tomer with puzzled eyes, “Where’s mom?”

“Hm? Mr. Cheney has not told you yet? Your father is getting married.”

“Getting married?” Chale Cheney blinked.

He didn’t quite understand the depth of this word, simply feeling that after getting married, Elder Cheney wouldn’t be alone anymore.

And he would have a mother.

“Yeah, it seems Mr. Cheney hasn’t told you yet. Are you happy?”

“Is it Jasy, is it Jasy…”

Chale Cheney excitedly tugged at Butler Tomer’s sleeve, ready to jump for joy!

Elder Cheney was surprisingly getting married! It must be Jasy, right?

It surely was.

Chale Cheney’s eyes were shining brightly!

Bright and dazzling as the stars!

What a surprise!

However, before Chale could even rejoice for a minute, Butler Tomer smiled and said, “It’s not Miss Yale, it’s your Aunt Yolanda. Your father and Aunt Yolanda have been in love for many years. Their marriage is just a matter of course.”

Instantly, the light in Chale Cheney’s eyes dimmed.

But he had never behaved unreasonably since he was a child, although he was disappointed, he didn’t show it too much.

Aunt Yolanda wasn’t bad, but being his mom wouldn’t be too great.

Not too great.

Chale Cheney lowered his head and stroked Riceball’s fur.

However… if Elder Cheney truly loved Aunt Yolanda, then he had no choice but to accept it.

Riceball knew nothing and was still happily sticking out its tongue at Chale Cheney.

“Young master, haven’t you always wanted a mother? Now you’re about to have one. Are you happy?”

“Hmm.” Chale Cheney noncommittally replied.

But, after all, he was a child. No matter how much he tried to hide his feelings, his displeasure and indifference were still visible in his gaze.

Butler Tomer patted Chale Cheney’s head and smiled.

“Young master, Aunt Yolanda will be very good to you. She knows how to take care of people. She’s gentle and beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Hmm.”

Butler Tomer continued to chatter away with Chale Cheney for a while..