Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2115: Touching Jasmine Yale’s Belly

Jasmine Yale was amused by his childish words and coaxed, "Your dad loves Little Chale the most; the little baby can only be second."

"The little baby can be first. I’m the older brother, so I have to let the little baby come first," Chale Cheney replied, looking very sensible.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but ruffle his little head, "Little Chale has grown up and become more sensible."

Chale Cheney covered his face, feeling shy.

Chale Cheney strolled around his room with Jasmine Yale for a long time, having a possessive affection for her and especially enjoying being alone with her.

He loved showing Jasmine Yale all his things, especially his best things.

Jasmine Yale also had Butler Santana bring the gifts over, arranging them one by one for him.

"Little Chale, these are cookies that Jasy made by hand. Want some?" Jasmine Yale picked up a sealed jar and shook it.

"Eat, eat! I want to eat!"

Jasmine Yale opened it.

These little cookies were specially made by her for Chale Cheney. Each one was very small, mixed with all kinds of dried fruits, including raisins, almonds, cranberries...

Chale Cheney gobbled them up happily.

Jasmine Yale sat on the sofa while Little Chale Cheney kept running back and forth around her.

"Come, Little Chale, have some orange juice," Jasmine Yale coaxed.

Chale Cheney listened to Jasmine Yale unequivocally, doing whatever she said.

"Little guy, are you hot? Your cheeks are all red," Jasmine Yale observed as he kept bouncing up and down.

"The redness is because I saw Jasy, feeling shy," Chale Cheney covered his face.

"Sweet talker," Jasmine Yale ruffled his hair.

The father and son were cut from the same cloth, speaking in the same tone and always knowing how to make her happy.

Both the big and the small, she cherished them like treasures.

Chale Cheney had a great time playing with Jasmine Yale, and he should have been extremely happy since seeing her.

After jumping around for a while, Chale Cheney climbed down from the sofa like a little monkey.

"Jasy, wait for me a moment," he said as he dashed off.

Jasmine Yale didn’t know what he was going to do, so she looked at him indulgently and picked up the textbooks and homework on the table.

The little guy’s handwriting was beautiful, and he also had a habit of writing a diary!

"Today is sunny, I miss Dad, miss Jasy, and also miss the kindergarten and breakfast in Landon."

"Today is cloudy, I was caught daydreaming in class by the teacher."

Jasmine Yale casually flipped through it and smiled.

The little guy had a lot on his mind, both delicate and tender. Like who? Sylvan Cheney? No, no, Sylvan Cheney doesn’t have such sentiments.

Before Chale Cheney returned, she set down his diary and looked at the homework and test paper.

The test paper had two pages, but the little guy only did one side, leaving the second page completely blank.

Where did he learn this bad habit? No wonder he didn’t test well.

"Jasy, look, this is a welcome gift for you." Chale Cheney came running from the garden with a rose covered in dewdrops, "Do you like it?"

Jasmine Yale was taken aback and quickly took it, "It’s very beautiful. Did you cut it yourself?"

"I cut it from the greenhouse. This is the rose Master likes; I snuck it. If he scolds me, Jasy, you have to protect me."

"Little Devil."

Jasmine Yale ruffled his little head and accepted his rose.

SENDING a rose at such a young age, who knows what he’ll do when he grows up.

Chale Cheney obediently sat next to Jasmine Yale, lying down on her lap, reading comic books together with her.

Sometimes, he would even touch Jasmine Yale’s stomach with his little hands.