Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 625: Chapter 625 Cheney Sylvan’s Secret

Jasmine Yale snapped out of her daze. Did Joe Heath already know the news?

“Riceball, Riceball, come here!” Chale Cheney called out loud.

All of a sudden ——

A chubby big dog came panting up the stairs!

“Woof.” Riceball nibbled at the corner of Jasmine Yale’s clothes.

Jasmine laughed, amused by it: “Riceball has gotten fatter, but it’s still so adorable.”

The big silly dog tilted its head as if it understood Jasmine’s praise, looking absolutely elated.

After gnawing at Jasmine’s clothes for a bit, it started to figure out how to flip up Jasmine’s clothes.

“Hey!” She patted its little head, “Behave!”

Chale rubbed its fur: “Little Riceball, you’re such a naughty boy.”

Riceball kept circling around Jasmine, panting.

Chale petted Riceball’s head while Jasmine crouched down to play with them.

Sylvan Cheney sat motionless, squinting, watching Jasmine and Chale.

In his eyes, there was a deep, hidden adoration.

Jasmine was laughing like a child, frolicking with Chale; Riceball was running back and forth around them.

Occasionally letting out a “woof” or two.

Sylvan was sitting quietly, watching them intently with squinted eyes.

When Chale laughed, his dimples subtly appeared.

The same went for Jasmine.

“Little Riceball, let me hug you.” Chale reached out his hand.

Riceball got mad when Chale tugged his ear and hid behind Jasmine, ignoring Chale.

“Little Riceball, don’t be mad.”

“Little Riceball, if you keep being mad, I’ll eat you, eat you up.” Chale threatened it.

Riceball was far from afraid of this lad, it arrogantly turned its head away, ignoring him.

“Oh no, Riceball is ignoring me.” Chale pretended to cry.

This big dog had been with him since he was just over a year old; they had a particularly close bond.

When he could only crawl, Riceball had been his companion.

Back then, Riceball wasn’t as cheeky.

The Riceball of that time was shy and proud.

Now that it’s grown big, it’s become disobedient, hmph!

After a while, Riceball finally begrudgingly acknowledged Chale and went downstairs wagging its tail.

Chale ran after Riceball, also heading downstairs.

Once they were gone, Jasmine came back to Sylvan’s side.

“Your son is really adorable.” Jasmine suddenly felt envious, “He’s nothing like you.”

Sylvan Cheney: “…”

Seeing his face darken, Jasmine quickly explained: “I mean his personality.”

Why was he angry again when she hadn’t even finished what she was saying.

Chale Cheney looked so much like Sylvan Cheney, it’s obvious they’re father and son, not the offspring of the neighbor, Elder Warner.

But their personalities differed. Sylvan, who was so calm and reserved, had a lively and adorable son.

Probably takes after his mother.

Jasmine wasn’t too curious about Chale’s mother. It was Sylvan’s secret; she didn’t have the habit of prying into other people’s secrets.

“It’s time for dinner. After we eat, I’ll take you for a walk. You don’t know this, but Little Chale misses you so much when you’re not at home. He keeps talking about you.” Jasmine said.

Thankfully this time, he came back.

She was almost unable to cover it up.

“Today my arms don’t have strength.” Sylvan Cheney lazily leaned back in his wheelchair, glancing at her casually.

“Huh?”

“You’re going to have to feed me dinner.”

“Forget it!” Jasmine fired back, “Little Chale can feed himself, aren’t you afraid of being laughed at by your own son?”

“He won’t laugh at me, but he might be jealous.”

“…”

Sylvan Cheney shamelessly stated it seriously.

Jasmine Yale was left speechless.