Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 555: Chapter 555 Elder Cheney Says No One Wants the Baby

Jasmine Yale shook her head, “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

“Alright, we’ll stay in Landon. I’ll take you around the city, with Little Chale Cheney? I can tell he likes you. He’s even…somewhat clingy towards you.”

“I feel bad for Chaley…” Jasmine frowned with sorrow, “But I shouldn’t be the one to take care of him.”

Sylvan Cheney and Yolanda Fern were engaged, so naturally, Yolanda would be the one taking care of Chaley.

It wasn’t her place.

But now with Sylvan gone, quibbling over such things no longer carried any significance.

Past affairs become void.

She used to avoid Chale Cheney simply because he was Sylvan Cheney’s son.

Now… the poor little guy really needed some care.

“I’ll take care of the little guy too,” Joe Heath said, “Although I used to like joking around with him, regardless, I hope he grows up healthy and happy.”

Jasmine didn’t respond.

She felt the same way too.

Meeting Sylvan had been a twist of fate, similarly with meeting Chale.

Perhaps those two were the karma she could never escape from in her life.

Entangled through several decades, unable to escape or dissolve the ties.

Just like the red string Chale used to tie on her, some knots, once tied, she could simply not find a way to untangle.

Unless he left forever, only then would the strings sever.

“It’s getting late,” Jasmine said, “Could you to take Chaley back home to sleep? He’s so little. He must be frightened of hospitals.”

“I think he’d prefer to sleep with you.”

Jasmine smiled lightly, “Then call him in?”

“Okay.”

Joe was right.

Chale Cheney had no intention of leaving.

He lifted up a stuffed cat in his hand, “Jasy, this is a gift from the nurse. Can I give it to you?”

The small fluffy stuffed cat was really cute.

Without waiting for Jasmine’s response, Chale pushed the little cat into her hands.

“For you, Jasy.”

“Thank you, Chaley.”

Jasmine really adored this child.

“No need to say thanks,” the little one said in his childlike voice, “What’s mine is also yours.”

Jasmine chuckled, “Aren’t you a sweetheart.”

So well-behaved, and knows to make people happy.

She didn’t know what would happen if one day, the little guy found out about Sylvan…

She selfishly didn’t want to tell him.

No, she didn’t want to.

“Jasy, can I sleep with you again tonight? It’s been so long since you held me last.”

Jasmine’s arms were feeble, but she still stretched out her hand, “Come, let’s hug.”

“I’m so happy!” Chale kicked off his shoes and jumped into Jasmine’s arms, “Hug, hug…Elder Cheney said nobody wants me, humph, I don’t believe it.”

“How could that be? You are so adorable.”

Chale clung to Jasmine.

Finally, he could sleep with Jasmine again.

Jasmine smelled nice and was soft. He really liked it.

“Little Chale, it’s time to sleep. Jasy needs to rest as well,” Joe Heath said.

“I know.” Chale blinked his big eyes, “I’m not a two-year-old anymore.”

“Good boy,” Joe couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ll take care of him, don’t worry. I’m sure you haven’t slept? You should get some rest too,” Jasmine looked at Joe. She saw how worn-out and tired he looked.

She was suddenly grateful that she always had someone by her side.

It used to be Peyenne Jones, now it was Joe Heath.

“I’m okay. I’ll sleep in the next room, you stay with Chale,” Joe said, “When you guys wake up, I can make some porridge for you. Okay?”

“Thank you, Uncle Heath!” Chale beat her to the punch.