Jasmine Yale fed him a red grape.
"He'll be fine, he's just a little hurt. He still needs to take Little Chale out to play in the future!" Jasmine Yale cooed to him.
She didn't know if this was a kind lie or not, but someday, the little guy would understand.
"Yes, yes, Daddy wants to take Baby out to play." The little boy muttered, "Jasy, now that Daddy is back, will you stay with him? You said that, you like him."
Uh…
Suddenly, Jasmine Yale's face turned black.
She had only said that to cheer up the little guy.
But she hadn't expected the little guy to remember.
The little guy, with too good of a memory.
"Jasy." Chale Cheney blinked his big eyes at her.
Seeing her hesitating, his eyes radiated hurt and innocence.
Why was she hesitating, even though she clearly said she liked him?
"Jasy," he called again, "You're going to stay with Elder Cheney, aren't you?"
Jasmine Yale, feeling helpless, nodded: "I live here."
The little guy looked very satisfied!
He danced with joy!
