Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 294 - : Will you be my mom?
Chapter 294: Will you be my mom? 𝗳re𝗲𝚠e𝐛n𝗼v𝗲l.c𝐨𝐦
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Chale Cheney had to put the bracelet in his pocket.
The little fellow lowered his head, carefully placing it in his pocket, all the while whispering, “Jasy, I’ll keep what you gave me forever and ever.”
In that moment, Jasmine’s eyes welled up with tears.
She squatted down, pulling the little fellow into her arms.
Chale Cheney rested his head on Jasmine’s shoulder.
Jasmine loved him so much, she held him tightly and didn’t want to let go.
The little fellow was soft in her arms, like holding a baby doll.
Petting his fluffy little head, Jasmine gave a subtle smile.
“Jasy, could you stay at my house forever?” Chale Cheney asked timidly.
He snuggled into Jasmine’s arms, not wanting to leave.
Jasy smelled so good…
“Little Chale, Jasy is a guest who can’t always stay at your house.” Jasmine patiently explained to him.
She hadn’t yet figured out a suitable reason.
If she really had to leave him in the future, she would leave decisively, never giving him any hope of her return.
He is a young child, he would forget after a while.
“Then, will you be my mom? Then you can live at my house.”
“Little Chale, you don’t understand.”
Jasmine caressed his cheek.
Under the streetlights, the little fellow looked exceptionally charming.
The little fellow hugged Jasmine’s neck and snuggled in closer.
“Jasy, I used to like my dad the most, but now I like you the most.”
“Huh? Then Jasy will take you for a walk.”
Jasmine set him down, holding onto his little hand.
The little fellow’s hands were soft and tender, so comfortable to hold.
This scene had appeared countless times in her dreams.
In her dreams, she held her little rascal’s hand.
Her little rascal was a good boy, always quiet and well-behaved.
Yes, just like little Chale…
“Jasy, I found something in my room last time,” the little fellow suddenly said mysteriously.
“What is it?”
Kids are curious about everything, Jasmine laughed.
“A candy box, this big,” the little fellow demonstrated, “it’s rusty and has Snow White on it.”
Jasmine froze in her steps.
A tin candy box with Snow White…
It was hers.
“Where is that box?” Jasmine asked anxiously.
“Hmmm… My dad took it?”
“Huh?” Jasmine was taken aback, Sylvan took it?
“Did your dad open it? Did he see what was inside?” Jasmine couldn’t help but ask.
“He opened it, he even looked at it, but he told me it said ‘Study hard, make progress every day’…”
The little fellow tilted his head, puzzled.
Jasmine was anxious, Sylvan must have seen the notes and stars inside, obviously.
Each piece of note had her little feelings written on it. Sylvan must have guessed some things because the hints were too heavy.
A girl’s heart is always hesitant to be discovered, like she’s being exposed, feeling lost.
Just like at this moment, Jasmine’s face felt burning hot.
The things written back then were juvenile and sometimes didn’t make sense.
But the meaning was clear, she liked that person, she had liked him since she was little.
It began as admiration and dependency, then later developed into a girlish crush, nubile as a blooming peach bud welcoming the spring wind.
When you like someone, even breathing in front of them is cautious.
Every word you say, every action you make, you’re in the habit of observing their expressions.
Back then, he was her everything.
Like the sun, like a bright light, like a raging fire…
