"Yes, yes, I really like children, especially!"
Jasmine Yale was afraid that Mr. Yale would disagree.
She really did love children, especially little ones like Chaley!
When her own baby was still in her belly, she played with him and talked to him every day.
A grim coldness rose in Sylvan Cheney's eyes. His hands were icy, his jawline tightly drawn, his face somber.
She loved children...
"Oh." Sylvan Cheney responded indifferently.
Huh?
Jasmine Yale was puzzled. What did this Mr. Yale mean?
So aloof!
Jasmine Yale felt awkward in an instant and sent him a few words: "Well, Mr. Yale, I won't disturb you, do your stuff."
After sending it, she continued writing her news draft.
As expected, the aloof Mr. Yale did not reply to her again.
Such a snob… she felt the coldness.
It seems like Chaley must have really been adopted by this man, their characters are nothing alike!
Poor little Chaley.
Just like her, he lost his biological parents at such a young age.
