Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 684

Chapter 684: Chapter 684: Jasmine Yale Can’t Let Him Go

Jasmine Yale gave a helpless laugh.

Chale Cheney still didn’t know why he’d been brought here, and why was Aunt Yolanda here, too?

Jasmine coaxed, deceived, and improvised many excuses to finally get the little guy to comply with the blood collection.

Sylvan Cheney’s lawyer was also there. She had seen this lawyer before. He was definitely Sylvan’s man.

He was the one who had her sign the adoption agreement for Chale Cheney.

However, even the lawyer had to proceed according to the law. The property certificate, in white and black, was irrevocable.

If Chale Cheney’s biological mother came to claim the property, it would comply with the law.

In the middle of it all, Jasmine Yale, unwilling to give up, called Sylvan Cheney again.

Still, no one answered.

An hour had passed since the whole process had started.

When Jasmine Yale led Chale Cheney out, the sun was dazzling, and a few feeble white clouds were drifting leisurely in the sky.

The little boy stared at his arm with a frown.

“It hurts.”

He poked the spot where the needle was inserted with his small hand.

“It’s okay, doesn’t hurt. Jasy will take you home.” Jasmine Yale picked him up from the ground.

“I can walk.” Chale Cheney was worried about tiring Jasmine Yale.

“Let Jasy hold you.” Jasmine Yale didn’t want to let him go.

She feared that once she put him down, he would turn around and disappear.

If Sylvan Cheney’s property could be exchanged for the permanent disappearance of Yolanda Fern, Chris Fern, and Lilac Serval, it might be worth it.

Jasmine Yale departed with Chale Cheney from that place. She took the boy shopping for a variety of snacks.

“Jasy, why isn’t daddy answering the phone?”

“Daddy is busy, don’t worry.”

“Mmmm, I’m not worried, I just miss him.”

The little boy, holding the shopping bags with his little hands, returned to the villa with Jasmine Yale.

The maids in the villa were busy with their tasks, so there wasn’t much activity.

“Jasy, let’s make a specimen.” Chale Cheney spread out the plants he’d collected during the day.

“Okay.” Jasmine Yale sat beside him, pulling him into her arms, “Do you remember what this is?”

“I remember, this is a forsythia.”

“Little Chale is so clever.”

The little boy had a good memory, nearly photographic in its preciseness

Jasmine Yale couldn’t help admiring, he was indeed Sylvan Cheney’s son.

Fortunately, the boy didn’t inherit Lilac Serval’s cold indifference, he just inherited her appearance.

Thinking about that enchanting, cold woman, Jasmine Yale’s temples began to throb.

She had an unbearable headache.

Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney huddled together, affectionately making the specimen.

“Jasy, Jasy, this should be placed here.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

After they had been at it for a while, the little boy started to feel sleepy.

Yawning, he put everything away.

“Jasy, when will you give baby a little brother or sister?” Chale Cheney looked up at her, his big eyes full of expectation.

“Ah…” Jasmine Yale was caught off guard by this question, “In the future.”

“I hope it’s a little sister, baby will take good care of her.” Chale Cheney held Jasmine Yale’s hand, pleading with her.

Jasmine Yale ruffled his hair, “It’s late, you should go to sleep.”

The boy probably only dared to act so spoiled with her when Sylvan Cheney wasn’t around.

If Sylvan was there, he probably wouldn’t dare.

Thankfully, Lilac Serval, that woman, didn’t want custody of Chale Cheney, she had no affection for him either.

Otherwise, she couldn’t imagine what Chale would turn into if he stayed with Lilac.

Lilac was too cold and aloof, like a porcupine, evoking people’s instinct to stay away.

She exuded chilliness from head to toe. How could a lively baby like Chale Cheney get along with her?