His face was shrouded in gloom, like the sky before a downpour in June.
Who did she want to have a child with?
Or rather, who did she want to sleep with?
After a long while, Jasmine Yale finally appeared, holding young Chale.
She seemed tired, but mostly, she was filled with happiness.
Perhaps the bath was too comforting, Chale Cheney fell asleep in a daze.
Jasmine put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and prepared to take a bath herself.
She took her pajamas and walked past the living room.
Walking through the living room, she inevitably had to pass by the sofa.
As she bowed her head and walked past, Sylvan Cheney forcefully pulled her into his arms.
Her pajamas fell to the floor.
"Mr. Cheney, there's a child here, don't you feel that you should restrain yourself a bit?" Jasmine Yale angrily looked at him.
Sylvan Cheney held her in his arms, supporting her buttocks, and settled her onto his lap.
Face to face.
