When the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the villa, the rain was still falling.
Upon entering the dining room, Sylvan Cheney was greeted by the aroma of food, Jasmine Yale was waiting for him, cheek resting on her hand.
Chale Cheney was eating fruit while waiting for Elder Cheney.
"I'm home."
Jasmine walked over to help him change into his slippers.
Sylvan pat her head and gave a slight smile.
Such a scene was strangely familiar, reaching deep into their bones.
For those twelve years, she always enjoyed doing this, waiting for him to come home.
The only difference now was the incredibly cute and well-behaved little one by the table.
The little one was busily stuffing pear slices into his mouth.
Hmm, so sweet, so satisfying.
Jasmine seemed very fond of this little guy, giving him the best of everything. Even if he was occasionally moody, she indulged him.
Sylvan had never imagined that Jasmine, who was still a child herself, could take such good care of Chale Cheney.
