Fated love: the unwanted bride

He gently kissed her forehead, and then turned around to fasten the buttons of his shirt.

“Are you really not coming to the hospital with me?” Sylvan Cheney asked.

“Am I too heartless…”

“A little.”

Sylvan Cheney glanced at her.

“I’ll make some plain congee. You can bring it to Little Chale. If his stomach is upset, he probably won’t be able to eat anything else.” Jasmine Yale got out of bed.

She always couldn’t bear to be harsh on that little guy.

Her affection towards him was more like an instinctual response.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t reject her, if she didn’t want to go now, there would be plenty more opportunities in the future.

When she finished making the congee, Charles Mcintosh was already waiting downstairs for Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney, carrying the thermos, sat in the passenger seat.

The outside was gloomy, with mist still lingering.

Charles Mcintosh was a bit taken aback after seeing Sylvan Cheney come out of Jasmine Yale’s room.

“Mr. Cheney, didn’t you go home last night?”

“Hmm.”

“Mr. Cheney, don’t you plan to have Miss Yale come back home?”

Sylvan Cheney remained silent.

“Mr. Cheney, I’m sorry about what happened three years ago…”

“No need to say those three words to me.” Sylvan Cheney’s gaze was cold.

Charles Mcintosh nodded, and stopped talking.

Sylvan Cheney knew Charles Mcintosh made a big mistake three years ago. Despite someone deliberately trying to harm Jasmine Yale’s child, Charles Mcintosh hid it and told him that Jasmine Yale didn’t want the baby.

That girl was also stubborn, the first time he returned to Landon, he questioned her about it.

However, she didn’t say anything to him.

But all of that doesn’t matter anymore.

He knew that she cared about that child.

Over the past three years, he truly owes her a lot.

The car quickly turned into the hospital.

When Sylvan Cheney entered the ward, Chale Cheney was playing alone with a plush doll.

A needle had been inserted into the back of his hand and he was currently on a drip.

The light was shining on the little guy’s delicate and lovely face, causing Sylvan Cheney to smile.

This little appearance, he really resembles Jasmine Yale.

“Daddy!” Chale Cheney noticed him, prepared to lift the quilt, “You’re here!”

Sylvan Cheney walked over and held his hand: “Don’t move.”

“Okay.” Chale Cheney was very obedient.

Being sick was really uncomfortable.

“Feeling better now?” Sylvan Cheney asked.

“My stomach doesn’t hurt anymore.” Chale Cheney lowered his head, “But getting the shot hurts a lot.”

“What’s there to be scared of.” Sylvan Cheney looked at him, “It’s okay.”

“Daddy, baby hasn’t seen you for many days.” Chale Cheney was looking expectantly at Sylvan Cheney.

“So?”

“I missed you.”

Chale Cheney was very good, he rubbed against Sylvan Cheney like a cat.

Sylvan Cheney rubbed his little head, his lips curving upwards slightly.

The gaze he gave Chale Cheney was full of indulgence and love.

“Eat your congee.” Sylvan Cheney opened the thermos.

“Can I not eat it?” Chale Cheney pursed his lips.

Because he wanted to eat meat, eat meat!

Roar.

“Do you know who made this for you?” Sylvan Cheney gently coaxed him.

“Who?” Chale Cheney blinked his big eyes.

“Your mom.”

“Ah!” Chale Cheney pretended to be very happy, “Daddy, you don’t have to coax me. Even if you don’t, I’ll still eat it. Baby isn’t a two-year-old child.”

Chale Cheney was always very obedient.

“Hmm, so do you want me to feed you?”

Chale Cheney was absolutely flabbergasted, Elder Cheney never fed him before!

“Yes! Yes!” The little guy’s eyes were shining, he was almost dancing with joy!

Really, he was so happy!

Old Cheney was the best!

Definitely the best daddy in the world!

Sylvan Cheney: “You wish.”

Chale Cheney: “…”