As soon as Joe Heath left, Chale Cheney unabashedly monopolized Jasmine Yale.
Elder Cheney definitely doesn't know that he has taken Jasmine Yale, hmm.
Jasy is his now, Elder Cheney can't take her away.
His little hand held around Jasmine Yale's neck, refusing to let go.
"Jasy, I missed you so much. Why didn't you pay attention to me...during that time...and then you went abroad..."
Chale Cheney chattered on and on to Jasmine.
"I didn't want to disturb your studies. Jasy was busy at work at that time, very busy. I'm sorry, Little Chale."
"It's okay, Jasy. I love you. Whatever you do is right. Hmm..." Chale Cheney laughed.
His little face was pressed against Jasmine Yale's neck.
The hot breath made Jasmine Yale itch.
Jasmine also laughed, hugging him tighter.
There was always a faint trace of unerasable pain in her eyes, like shattered ice.
"It's late, Little Chale. How about going to sleep?" Jasmine coaxed.
