"The door is open, Jasy..."
Chale Cheney didn't care, shrugging off the waiter's hand and running towards here.
At the sound of footsteps, Jasmine Yale hurriedly came out.
"Young master, young master!" The waiter called out anxiously.
But, he couldn't stop. Chale had reached the door to the suite.
Helplessly, the waiter had to withdraw.
Chale spotted Jasmine Yale right away. He lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her legs.
"Jasy, I woke up and you didn't come to find me..."
The little fellow looked up, his puffy red face gleaming with a hint of joy.
Jasmine Yale reached out and stroked his little head, smiling.
The displeasure from just a moment ago, gone inexplicably.
Yet, Sylvan Cheney's face darkened. He strode over, his voice cool.
"What do you want with her?"
Chale jumped in surprise. Did Elder Cheney and Jasy have a fight?
Jasmine Yale pulled the little guy into her arms, glared at Sylvan and said coolly, "Please don't scare the child."
