Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Little Chale is Not Your Son

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Jasmine Yale was still basking in Little Chale’s sweet talk, her heart was as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

Even though the dishes she made didn’t taste good, as long as Little Chale liked them, that was enough!

Sylvan Cheney pinched Chale Cheney’s face, lowered his head, and cracked a smile.

“What do you know.”

Chale Cheney looked at his dad: “Isn’t it right?”

“To love someone is, you can’t explain why she’s good, but you just like her.” Sylvan Cheney spoke in a soft tone.

In saying this, he caught a glimpse of Jasmine Yale from the corner of his eye.

Chale Cheney scratched his head: “So, Uncle Cheney, who do you like?”

“What do you think?”

Chale Cheney pondered and said: “Little Cutie’s mom.”

“…” Sylvan Cheney’s face instantly dropped.

Jasmine Yale turned her head away, not wanting to look at Sylvan Cheney.

In the future, she would have a word with Mr. Yale and tell him not to leave Little Chale with someone like Sylvan Cheney.

With that thought, she took out her mobile phone and sent a message directly to Mr. Yale.

“Mr. Yale, I had a great time with Little Chale today.”

Just then, the Ferris wheel had returned to the ground.

Sylvan Cheney bent down and picked up Chale Cheney.

Jasmine Yale trailed behind them, step by step.

“Uncle Cheney, can I go home with Jasy today?” Chale Cheney looked up at Sylvan Cheney expectantly.

“No.”

“Why, why.”

Chale Cheney was not convinced, he’d been so well-behaved today, why wasn’t Elder Cheney satisfied?

“Because I said so.” With that, Sylvan Cheney glanced at him.

“Oh.” The little guy immediately lowered his head, looking gloomy.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped forward: “Sylvan Cheney, Little Chale is not your son, what gives you the right to control him?”

Sylvan Cheney raised an eyebrow: “And what gives you the right?”

“I’m not arguing with you. If you enjoy parenting, go parent your own son. Stop shouting at Little Chale.”

Sylvan Cheney looked at how protective Jasmine Yale was, the corner of his lips curved involuntarily.

“Chale!” Sylvan Cheney called out.

“Yes!” Chale immediately stopped in his tracks.

“Go home with me or go home with Jasmine Yale, you decide!”

“Go home with Uncle Cheney!”

“Hmmm.” Sylvan walked off with large strides.

Chale Cheney happily trotted after him.

Jasmine Yale sighed at the sky. This little guy… That wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

She had stood up for him, yet he was so afraid of Sylvan Cheney?!

What a coward, so timid!

Chale Cheney expressed that he felt wronged too! But what could he do?

Dad… was scary.

The amusement park was now deserted, the fireworks were over, and the tourists were slowly trickling out.

As they walked, Chale Cheney was in the middle, each of his little hands clutching Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney’s.

Jasmine found it a bit strange, but it was night time, so she let it go.

They walked in silence, no one broke the peace.

Suddenly, the plane tree on the roadside shook, rustling!

Just as the leaves fell to the ground, abruptly—

A gleaming knife flew out from between the branches!

Fast! Precise! Blinding!

Heading straight for Sylvan Cheney’s heart!

“Watch out!”

Jasmine Yale, her eyes wide open, shouted. Her face turned deathly pale.

She instinctively threw Chale Cheney down, covered his eyes, and shielded him.

Sylvan Cheney, quick as lightning, twisted his body to the side.

The blade just brushed past his arm! Just in the nick of time!

The dagger fell to the ground with a ‘clang,’ echoing sharply.

Under the lights, the knife gleamed menacingly, it was horrifying, cold, and terrifying.

The leaves at the roadside rustled and a black figure flickered.

Sylvan Cheney hardened his face, pulled out a gun from his waist, and fired—

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