Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2094: Uncle, I’ll Go Home with You

Jasmine Yale enjoyed lying on the sand pit of the small indoor playground watching the children play.

She stood there watching, not feeling tired at all.

Several children of different races were having a great time, chatting fluently in English.

"My Bally, my green Bally, where did it go?" A little girl, about two or three years old, sat in the sand, looking around with big watery eyes.

She scratched her head, searching everywhere.

Jasmine Yale saw her little ball, but she couldn’t reach it, nor could she bend down, so she called Sylvan Cheney over: "President, could you pick it up and toss it to that little girl?"

Sylvan Cheney strode over and effortlessly picked up the ball from the ground.

He glanced at the blonde, blue-eyed little girl who looked like a Barbie doll and smiled, "Is this your ball?"

"Yes, Uncle! Yes, Uncle!"

The little girl happily bounced in the sand pit, moving closer to Sylvan Cheney, with two small dimples at the corners of her mouth.

Sylvan Cheney leaned on the railing just like Jasmine, holding the ball in his hand and teasing the little girl: "If you let me hold you for a moment, I’ll give you the ball."

The little girl scratched her head and stood in front of Sylvan through the railing, staring at him.

The little girl didn’t react much, but Jasmine was taken aback.

What did he just say?

Hold her for a moment?

Jasmine also looked at Sylvan Cheney, whose handsome face no longer carried even a trace of its former aloofness and arrogance; instead, he appeared gentle and approachable.

He was always someone who would never voluntarily get close to children.

But now, looking at the little girl, his eyes were full of tenderness.

This version of Sylvan Cheney was enveloped in a light fatherly love, like a young father exuding a unique charm.

This version of Sylvan made it impossible for her to look away.

The little girl shyly covered her face, then opened her arms confidently: "Then go ahead, hold me. Twice is okay too, Uncle is so handsome."

Jasmine laughed: "Are girls nowadays so good at sweet-talking at such a young age?"

"Uncle is truly very handsome." The little girl continued to bounce in the sand pit, always staring at Sylvan Cheney.

Jasmine felt a bit jealous, she wasn’t getting any attention.

Seeing that Sylvan Cheney hadn’t reached out, the little girl proactively opened her arms: "Uncle, pick me up."

The little girl was small, pink and chubby like a little bun, lively and cute.

Sylvan Cheney bent down, tossed the ball into the sand pit, and picked up the little girl in one swift motion.

"Uncle is so handsome." The little girl’s words were as sweet as honey, "Uncle, I’ll go home with you."

Sylvan Cheney laughed, a fatherly tenderness filling his expression: "Your mom will look for you."

"Then take mom along too."

"That won’t do, Uncle already has an Auntie." Sylvan glanced at Jasmine Yale.

Only then did the little girl notice Jasmine, pouting: "The little baby in Auntie’s belly belongs to Uncle, right?"

Sylvan pinched her cheek: "Yes."

"Okay, then Uncle, just hold me a bit longer." The little girl was reluctant to leave Sylvan Cheney’s embrace.

Jasmine Yale felt a bit jealous but also happy. In the future, when she has a baby, Sylvan will also treat him wonderfully, right?

She thought he would be a stern and strict father, teaching his child like he manages his employees, yet now, she saw his tender side that made it impossible to look away.

This version of Sylvan Cheney, like a gentle breeze under the bright moon, left an indelible mark on her heart.

She really liked this side of him.