And she saw that Sylvan Cheney truly showed signs of repentance, perhaps realizing that he had been too harsh on her in the past.
As soon as Jasmine Yale left, Chale Cheney threw himself into Sylvan Cheney's arms.
His little hands kept scratching Sylvan, playing with him.
He was overjoyed!
After many long days!
Finally, Elder Cheney is back!
"Dad, Jasy really missed you."
"Really? In what way?"
"Well..." Chale Cheney blinked his eyes, "like chanting your name in sleep kind of missing."
"Are you sleeping with her again?"
"Um." Chale Cheney covered his face, "Dad, don't be like this, now that you're back, I won't monopolize Jasy anymore, Jasy is all yours."
"..."
Chale Cheney just knew that Elder Cheney was stingy!
Unbearably stingy!
His little hand stroked Sylvan Cheney's neck, trying to cheer him up.
Sylvan Cheney looked helplessly at his son who was frolicking in his arms like a little mouse. He frowned, but his eyes were full of indulgence.
