Chapter 127: Chapter 127: A Burning Face!
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Chale Cheney clapped his hands: “Let’s take a picture together!”
Jasmine Yale stood a good distance away from Sylvan Cheney, feeling a bit strange.
A passerby chuckled, “Miss, get a little closer to your husband.”
Little Chale said to Sylvan Cheney, “Uncle Cheney, carry me.”
Sylvan Cheney really picked up Chale Cheney from the ground, and moved a bit closer to Jasmine Yale.
“Okay, one, two…”
Just as “three” was about to ring out, Sylvan Cheney freed one hand and pulled
Jasmine Yale’s waist closer.
“Great!” The passerby returned the phone to Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney glanced at it. Not bad.
Jasmine Yale walked away awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable from being held by Sylvan Cheney earlier.
His wife and son were not in Landon, and he was acting unruly?
Chale Cheney leaned on Sylvan Cheney’s shoulder, whispering in his ear: “Dad, praise me.”
“Inherited my intelligence.”
Sylvan Cheney smirked, putting him down.
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Chale Cheney looked up at the sky. Was that Elder Cheney’s way of praising him? Was he really sure?
Sly.
Chale Cheney caught up with her and continued to hold Jasmine Yale’s hand as they walked.
This was the first time Jasmine Yale saw Sylvan Cheney holding a child. He seemed quite adept.
“Jasy, hold me tightly when we ride the pirate ship later,” Little Chale said. “I’m scared.”
“Of course, don’t be scared with me around.”
“Uh huh.”
Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney sat together in the pirate ship, Chale Cheney choosing a three-person boat.
“I won’t go up,” Sylvan Cheney nonchalantly said.
“Uncle Cheney, you come up, you come up, I’ll be scared.”
Chale Cheney lay on the boat, looking at Sylvan Cheney intently.
“You should ask for Jasy’s opinion,” Sylvan Cheney said.
“My Jasy isn’t so petty,” the little boy blinked innocently.
When Jasmine Yale heard Chale Cheney say that, not letting Sylvan Cheney come seemed to make her look petty.
“You come up then.”
Sylvan Cheney reluctantly looked at the boat, hesitated for a moment, then finally stepped in and sat down.
Jasmine Yale wanted Chale Cheney to sit in the middle, but Chale Cheney shook his head: “Jasy, let’s swap places. I can’t see well from the middle.”
“This…”
Jasmine Yale looked uncomfortable.
“Jasy…” The little boy pleaded.
“Alright, you sit on the side. But don’t move around,” Jasmine Yale relented, unable to resist the little boy’s puppy dog eyes.
Chale Cheney went to the side, leaving Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney sitting closely together.
After fastening their seat belts, the pirate ship set off.
Jasmine Yale gripped the little boy’s hand tightly, afraid that he would get scared.
The cabin was narrow, and she sat very close to Sylvan Cheney, their thighs touching.
Jasmine Yale felt uneasy, while Sylvan Cheney seemed to be completely at ease.
The boat sometimes jolted and every time it did, Chale Cheney would scream and shut his eyes.
Jasmine Yale was a little scared too.
Suddenly, a strong arm moved around from behind her, hugging her waist tightly.
Chale Cheney opened his eyes, quickly understanding the situation, and immediately acted scared again, closing his eyes.
The pirate ship moved into darkness.
Sylvan Cheney expertly kissed her neck, his hand holding her waist tight.
Immediately, Jasmine Yale’s face burned red hot!
She gave him a shove with her elbow!
Little Chale was still beside them!
Suddenly, the ship moved back into the light.
Sylvan Cheney maintained the same relaxed position as before.
Jasmine Yale shot him a sideways look. He sure knew how to act.
She broke the silence: “Does Mr. Cheney often take your son out to play when you’re abroad?”
Chale Cheney immediately replied: “No, never!”
As soon as he said that, the little boy realized he had made a mistake..
