Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 722: Chapter 722 He really bought it from a pet store…

In the dense white fog, he raised his gaze slightly, looking at Jasmine Yale standing motionlessly in her place.

She stood there stunned, staring at him.

“Come here.” He called out to her in a deep voice.

Upon hearing his familiar voice, Jasmine snapped back to reality.

Chale Cheney nuzzled against Sylvan Cheney’s trousers, pleading him not to leave…Elder Cheney, don’t go…

Jasmine walked over to him, blinked her long lashes a few times, disbelief and surprise written all over her beautiful face.

“You came out wearing slippers?” Sylvan Cheney glanced at her.

He saw the ring on her ring finger and was quite satisfied.

Jasmine Yale shifted uncomfortably on her feet: “I forgot to change.”

“Not that you forgot to change, but that Jasy missed her dad too much.” Chale Cheney immediately responded.

Jasmine Yale glared at Chale Cheney. No wonder, he was truly Sylvan Cheney’s son, siding with Sylvan all the time.

What a brown-nose.

“Really?” Sylvan Cheney’s lips curled up in amusement. “Let’s go home.”

Saying this, Sylvan Cheney bent down to pry Chale Cheney’s octopus-like hands away.

“Daddy, let baby hug you a little more.”

“Let go.”

“Won’t let go.” The little fellow became stubborn.

“I’ll count to three, one…”

“Um.” The little fellow reluctantly let go.

After he counted to three, the choices were either to shrug him off or to threaten him, huh.

Chale Cheney obediently backed away.

Sylvan took a big step forward, firmly grasping Jasmine’s hand.

“Why is it so cold?”

Jasmine Yale tugged at it, lowering her voice: “You let go…”

“Let’s go.” Sylvan Cheney ignored her, holding her hand as they walked towards the house.

Behind them, they left little Chale Cheney, head cocked to one side, completely bewildered.

Did he brush him off just to hold Jasy’s hand?@@novelbin@@

Uh, he’s really like a pet bought from a pet shop…

Whimper.

Sylvan Cheney’s palm was wide and warm, and Jasmine Yale’s small hand warmed up in no time.

The front door was a good distance away from the living room. Seeing her in slippers, Sylvan Cheney frowned, and then scooped her up horizontally.

“Hey!” Jasmine Yale felt as if the earth was spinning and quickly hooked her hand around his neck.

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes met hers.

As their eyes met, a tingling sensation spread through Jasmine Yale’s entire body.

A million words were suddenly stuck in her throat.

Sylvan carried Jasmine into the living room.

Chale Cheney was forced to hurry behind them, little short legs running, his face full of disgust.

He’s still a baby, why wouldn’t they carry him?

The living room was very warm, with the soothing aroma of lavender in the air.

“I can walk by myself now.” Jasmine Yale muttered softly.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t respond, but carried her all the way to the couch.

Because of the sudden warmth, Jasmine Yale sneezed as soon as she took a seat.

Sylvan Cheney frowned, “Why are you so careless, I told you to take care of yourself, don’t you listen to me?”

“I didn’t, it was just a sneeze, I don’t have a cold.” Jasmine Yale refuted out of habit, clearly unhappy.

Sylvan Cheney poured her a cup of hot tea and handed it to her.

The mist had seeped into his overcoat, and his face showed the exhaustion of a long journey.

Alarmed, Jasmine quickly passed the cup to him, “You should have some hot water, you must be tired…”

Just as she finished speaking, Chale Cheney ran in.

The little fellow glanced at Elder Cheney and Jasy sitting shoulder to shoulder on the couch, then disdainfully turned his head away.

Humph!

He jumped onto a chair and continued his breakfast, ignoring the pair.

They both ignored him!

The little fellow buried his head in a biscuit, puffing himself up with annoyance.

Jasmine Yale glanced at Chale Cheney and laughed.