Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 866: Missing Little Chale
Chapter 866 -866: Missing Little Chale
“I’ll be careful, no worries,” Jasmine Yale said.
She chatted with Ann Nolan about various things for a while.
Ann Nolan hadn’t yet mentioned her resignation to Jasmine Yale; she didn’t want to spread negative vibes to her friend.
Especially since Jasmine Yale had only just recovered, Ann didn’t want to cause her any worry.
From today on, she was an unemployed vagrant, but fortunately, she had some private savings, so she wouldn’t be destitute.
At the same time, she had started sending out resumes everywhere, hoping to find a new job soon.
The two talked for a long time, discussing everything from food to studies, and from studies to shopping for clothes.
Ann felt that Jasmine Yale was in good spirits, which put her at ease.
…
The car turned into the villa and stopped at the door.
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In the sunlight, the villa shone with a different kind of charm and beauty, the golden tiles sparkling with a dazzling sheen, like gold itself.
When the wind blew, the trees in the courtyard made a tremendous noise.
There were many servants in the villa, some cleaning, some watering plants, and others preparing lunch.
Jasmine Yale didn’t want to step into this place; the beautiful villa was like a beautiful cage.
It locked up people, it locked up freedom.
“Miss Yale, please,” the bodyguard opened the door.
Jasmine Yale got out of the car and stood at the door, sweeping her gaze around in a bewildered manner, feeling like something was missing.
What was missing?
Right, Little Chale was missing!
In the past, as soon as she arrived, Little Chale would happily burrow into her arms, rub against her leg, and cheerfully call out “Jasy,” “Jasy.”
His little face brimming with happiness and smiles!
Even though he was Sylvan Cheney’s son, she was happy too.
She liked Chale Cheney, even if he was Sylvan Cheney’s son.
The child was still young, he knew nothing, he was the most innocent little angel!
But today, the little guy didn’t come out to greet her.
Was the little sleepyhead still not up?
Jasmine Yale smiled and, with her bag in hand, rushed up the stairs!
“Miss Yale, be careful!” Butler Santana, who had appeared out of nowhere, shouted nervously when he saw Jasmine Yale running so fast!
Why had Jasmine Yale come back? Wasn’t she in the hospital?
Did Mr. Cheney know?
Worried about an accident happening, Butler Santana hurried after her.
Jasmine Yale ran up the steps, heading straight into the living room!
“Chaley!” she called out.
She didn’t know where this feeling came from, but after sleeping for so long, the first thing she did when she woke up was look for Chale Cheney.
It felt like a very instinctive reaction, extremely strong.
All along the way, the little guy’s image floated before her eyes.
She missed his voice, his soft, squishy little hands…
“Chaley!” she called again, racing towards the little guy’s bedroom while holding onto the stair railing.
Butler Santana followed her into the living room with a sinking feeling in his heart.
Why was Jasmine Yale looking for the young master as soon as she returned…
The young master… Mr. Cheney had sent him away!
Her heart rose to her throat, pounding uncontrollably!
What should she do now?
“Chaley, you little sleepyhead!” Jasmine Yale went upstairs and pushed open Chale Cheney’s bedroom door!
But—
The bedroom was tidied up, the blanket neatly folded on one side, with no sign of the little guy.
Jasmine Yale stopped in her tracks, suddenly standing still at the door, confused!
In her eyes, endless disappointment.
This disappointment spread bit by bit, filling her chest, spreading through her limbs.
Her fingers went cold.
Her pupils dilated, unfocused.
