Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1035 - Chapter 1035 Chapter 1035 The Little One Kind of Resembles

Chapter 1035: Chapter 1035: The Little One Kind of Resembles Her Chapter 1035: Chapter 1035: The Little One Kind of Resembles Her “No, no, I can’t think about him,” Chale Cheney became very determined, “He hurt the baby so much; the baby can’t forgive him so quickly. He has to coax. Yes, he has to coax. The baby is very proud and haughty!”

Having said that, the little guy harrumphed coldly.

Jasmine Yale laughed; the little guy’s self-talk was so adorable.

Who had he learned it from?

Chattering non-stop, he sure had a lot to say.

He was a bit like her when she was in her teens: if she was in a particularly good mood, she loved to talk, nonstop.

Like the time she won first place in a poetry recitation, she talked about it everywhere in the Cheney Residence, to anyone she saw.

Even though she didn’t quite like Tomer, she told Tomer, too.

As soon as Sylvan Cheney returned, she told Sylvan Cheney.

Back then, she was easily satisfied; a small thing could keep her happy for many days.

If Sylvan Cheney was a bit nicer to her, she could stay happy for a whole month!

The little guy was somewhat like her at that time, liking to chatter endlessly, about everything.

However, his proud and haughty little manner wasn’t like her at all.

It was like his dad.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t help herself and rubbed her hand on his face, smudging his little face with white flour.

Jasmine Yale laughed, “Little Flower Face, are you talking to yourself?”

“Jasy, am I right or not? But what if he doesn’t coax the baby, what should I do if he doesn’t… should I really ignore him?” Chale Cheney was struggling.

He had never felt so conflicted before.

“No, he won’t,” Jasmine Yale coaxed, “He’s your father; he loves you very much. And you should love him too; he’s your most important family member.”

And the only one related by blood.

“Hmm,” the little guy seemed to understand but not quite.

“Little Chale, is the training camp scary?” Jasmine Yale asked with concern.

“It’s not scary; Aunt Lilac is with me, I’m not afraid,” Chale Cheney shook his head, “But the training camp also has lions and tigers; I’m a bit scared. I don’t like lions and tigers; I like little foxes, I miss Ali…”

The little guy’s topics jumped all over the place.

“I also miss Riceball.”

Lions and tigers at the training camp gave Jasmine Yale a start; wasn’t she afraid they’d break out?

What would happen if someone got hurt?

Her heart clenched suddenly, thinking the training camp was truly a twisted place.

There were many children there; was she not afraid of accidents happening?

She heard the training camp was run by Spencer Childe; indeed, only such an old man could do something like this.

Jasmine Yale really felt fortunate–had she been thrown into a training camp like Lilac Serval, by Sylvan Cheney when she was young…

Jasmine Yale broke out in a cold sweat; she simply couldn’t imagine it!

Being so afraid of death and prone to tears, if she’d really been sent there, it truly would have been a fate worse than death.

Suddenly, she felt really relieved…

Spencer Childe was twisted, but fortunately, his grandson wasn’t that twisted.

She just felt a bit sorry for Little Chale; luckily, Lilac Serval was there.

She just didn’t know what would happen if Sylvan Cheney discovered what Lilac Serval was doing–would he erupt in thunderous anger?

But privately, she didn’t want Chale Cheney to become like Sylvan Cheney.

“Jasy, why aren’t you speaking?” the little guy got bored.

Jasy wasn’t even talking to him.

“You can also keep a little fox in Lonton,” Jasmine Yale said.

“You can’t do that; if you’re caught, you get your hand slapped,” Chale Cheney pouted, “Once, I overslept and was late, and the master slapped my hand, it really hurt.”

Jasmine Yale’s heart clenched, as though her palms also faintly hurt.

How could anyone bear to slap such an adorable baby?

Perhaps even Sylvan Cheney had never hit him.

Jasmine Yale felt heartbroken.