Seeing that Chale Cheney was still sitting unharmed on the chair, she finally exhaled a sigh of relief.
As soon as Chale Cheney saw Jasmine Yale, he jumped off the chair!
He ran towards her with little short legs!
"Jasy!" He threw himself into Jasmine's arms.
"Good boy." Jasmine rubbed his little head.
While hugging Chale Cheney, she looked up at the woman sitting on the bench.
The woman was beautiful, with a melon-seed face, delicate brows and eyes, and a high nose bridge.
Just as beautiful as she had imagined, but not as cheerful and lively as she thought, in fact... this woman seemed a bit melancholic.
She had once thought that, since Chale Cheney did not inherit Sylvan Cheney's temperament, he must have a lively and energetic mother.
Unexpectedly...
His biological mother looks like this.
Jasmine Yale stared at her for a long time, and the woman also stared at Jasmine Yale all the while.
The interaction between women is often very subtle.
