Chapter 124: Chapter 124: The Gift I Want Most is You
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Jasmine Yale was thrilled; it had been several days since she last saw Little Chale.
Even though she still had to wait for another week, as long as she could see the little fellow, she was always happy.
She didn’t know why, but the image of the little guy was constantly hanging before her eyes, lingering.
Sylvan Cheney: I’m on a business trip.
Jasmine Yale: What? Is Little Chale home alone then?
The corner of Sylvan Cheney’s mouth twitched, where on earth was she getting so many questions from.
Sylvan Cheney: We have a nanny at home.
Jasmine Yale: Oh, Mr. Yale, you’re busy, I won’t bother you then.
Sylvan Cheney: Hmm.
As she put down the phone, Jasmine Yale felt a pang of sympathy. The little guy was without parents, and Mr. Yale was always so busy.
She was reminded of her own childhood predicament.
Little Chale was even more pitiful than her.
Given how much she liked the little fellow, she decided that she would spend more time with him in the future.
After all, she had saved Little Chale.
Saturday, at the amusement park entrance.
It had been a long week for Jasmine Yale.
With utmost difficulty, she made it to the next Saturday, and she woke up very early.
She had prepared gifts for Little Chale, a beautiful knitted hat and a few new clothes.
As for the high-heeled shoes matter, she planned to ask Little Chale some other time.
It was a clear autumn day; the weather was pleasant.
The sun was shining high in the sky, and the amusement park was bustling with people – it was quite exciting.
Jasmine Yale arrived at 8:30, she was standing at the entrance waiting for Little Chale.
Excited, eager, longing.
She didn’t know if Little Chale had gained or lost weight, had he been behaving.
Looking forward with anticipation, she couldn’t help pacing in place.
“One, two, three, four, five…”
When she got to “66”, a familiar and crisp voice resonated beside her, “Jasy, Jasy”!
Jasmine Yale lifted her head, searching for the little fellow in the crowd.
Sure enough, a car stopped and Little Chale opened his arms, ready to pounce on Jasmine Yale.
“Jasy, want a hug!”
Chale Cheney took his tiny steps, running toward Jasmine Yale at a great speed.
“Chaley, slow down!”
Jasmine Yale, fearing a repeat of the last incident, quickly ran towards him.
As she bent down, Chale Cheney ran right up to her, his arms wide open, jumping into Jasmine Yale’s arms.
He nestled against Jasmine Yale, making quite a fuss.
Chale Cheney’s little face was full of excitement, and his heart felt as sweet as if he had just eaten candy.
Jasmine Yale held him, and passionately kissed his face twice.
The little guy still had that familiar milky scent, his little cheeks soft and smooth.
Unable to resist, she gave him a few more kisses.
Chale Cheney giggled, “Jasy, Jasy, I missed you.”
“Jasy missed you too, missed you so much that I couldn’t sleep.” Jasmine Yale laughed and stroked his head.
She had thought that kids have a short memory and expected that he would forget her in a few days.
Surprisingly, Little Chale seemed to remember her well.
“Hug, want a hug.”
Chale Cheney was acting charmingly and coquettishly around Jasmine Yale, sticking out his little butt, arms wide open.
“Sure, hug! Little Chale is the cutest.”
Jasmine Yale then lifted him from the ground. The little guy was not very heavy; picking him up did not exhaust her.
Chale Cheney’s chubby little hand grabbed Jasmine Yale’s hair and, drawing close, he kissed Jasmine Yale.
Under the sun, Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney’s smiling faces were brighter than the flowers.
“Little Chale, Jasy prepared a gift for you, you can take it home later.”
“Thank you, Jasy. But the gift I want the most is you.” The little guy’s voice was soft, and he was beaming.
Not far away, Sylvan Cheney’s mouth twitched.
Damn it, couldn’t they see him?
