Jasmine Yale made up an excuse to work overtime, so by the time she arrived at the Cheney Residence, it was already ten o'clock at night.
As soon as the door opened, she froze on the spot.
Unexpectedly, the big and the little were both sitting on the couch waiting for her.
One was expressionless, with arms crossed; the other was eager, chattering away.
As soon as Chale Cheney saw Jasmine, his eyes lit up, and he immediately jumped off the couch.
He courteously took small steps towards her, squatted down to get her slippers.
"Jasy, you're back."
The little kid tilted his head up, hands behind his back, waiting for praise.
Jasmine bent down, pinched his face, and smiled, "Still up? Are you feeling better?"
"Waiting for Jasy to get home." Chale replied obediently, "I don't have a fever anymore."
"That's good."
Jasmine bent down to take off her high-heeled shoes and put on the new slippers Little Chale brought for her.
Pink women's slippers, brand new.
