The rain outside the window fell ceaselessly.
Jasmine Yale was enjoying snacks with the little one, watching TV.
"Jasy, if dad finds out we're sneaking and watching TV, there will be scolding," Chale Cheney whispered.
"Once in a while is fine. He can't be that unreasonable. Jasy will protect you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jasmine recalled how unreasonably that man could be.
"Jasy, you're so nice. Here!" The little one stuffed a tomato-flavored chip into her mouth.
Jasmine's eyes arched into a smile.
They sat shoulder to shoulder at the head of the bed, snacks in the middle, chatting while watching TV and munching on treats.
Chale Cheney was extremely delighted.
Finally free from the oppression he felt in the hotel, he was much happier being with Jasy.
He didn't like that so-called great grandfather one bit, and his father had turned bad, too, planning to send him away!
How could they do this?
Halfway through, Jasmine went to give the little one another bath.
