Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2121: Can I Give You a Kiss?

At night, Little Chale insisted that Jasmine Yale sleep with him.

Jasmine Yale felt it was inappropriate, but she couldn’t resist the little guy’s persistent coaxing, so she agreed.

Early on, the little guy had already made the bed neatly, even personally bringing pillows and slippers, busily bustling about.

Jasmine Yale didn’t have to do anything, just watching this little darling run back and forth.

"Jasy, drink some juice." Little Chale handed her a transparent glass cup, "The cook just squeezed it, it’s fresh, I just had a glass."

"Thank you, Little Chaley." Jasmine Yale accepted it, a crescent-like smile in her eyes.

Jasmine Yale tutored him for a while on his homework.

The little one was restless, always wanting to snuggle up to Jasmine Yale. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Little Chaley, we just went over this question, do it again on your own."

"If I get it right, can I get a kiss?" Little Chale covered his face; he really wanted to kiss Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale looked at Little Chale in his lake-blue pajamas, soft, rosy, and adorable, nodding: "Yes, you start working on it."

Little Chale quickly picked up his pen and swiftly wrote out the steps for solving the problem, listing them one by one.

"Jasy, I’m done." Little Chale waved the white paper in his hand.

"So fast, let me have a look." Jasmine Yale took it and looked carefully, "You know how to do it, don’t you? You little liar."

"No, no, Little Chaley doesn’t know how to do it, it’s because Jasy explained it so well."

Jasmine Yale didn’t believe this little smart aleck; he obviously knew how to do it but pretended not to, just to trick her into tutoring him.

This little rascal!

"Is it correct?"

"Yes, it’s very correct."

"Smooch," Little Chale gave Jasmine Yale a peck on the cheek.

Jasmine Yale was stunned for a moment, then turned her head smiling, rubbing his face: "You Little Devil."

Little Chale smiled shyly.

Jasmine Yale caught the nice milky scent on Little Chale and simply cuddled him over, letting him snuggle by her side while she patiently explained a few more problems.

Little Chale’s body was soft, his little hands were soft, the whole person was like a fluffy little doll.

If she weren’t pregnant, Jasmine Yale would have loved to cuddle him in her arms.

The bedroom was quiet and serene, moments like this were calm without noise, holding a unique tranquility.

"Jasy, shall I teach you to recite poetry?"

"Hmm, okay."

"The late sun beautifies the hills and rivers."

"The late sun beautifies the hills and rivers."

She recited one line, and Little Chale, in his childlike voice, leaned against her and followed with another line. Little Chale was very smart; after she recited once, he could follow along and almost memorize it.

Jasmine Yale felt like she had found a treasure, such a smart, well-behaved, and sensible child, he would be hers in the future.

After reciting poems for a while, Jasmine Yale hummed a few nursery rhymes to him.

The little guy’s eyelids began to grow heavy, and gradually, he fell asleep hugging Jasmine Yale’s arm.

Looking at the little Chaley in her arms, Jasmine Yale lowered her head and kissed his rosy cheek.

That night, Jasmine Yale slept extraordinarily well.

It was still raining outside, but the drizzling rain didn’t affect her mood at all.

The pleasant scent of the little one lingered around her nose; he slept soundly, didn’t kick off the quilt or move around, something he had in common with Sylvan Cheney—staying well-behaved while asleep.

Listening to the sound of the rain, Jasmine Yale gradually fell asleep cradling Little Chale Cheney.

However, she would occasionally think about Sylvan Cheney and what he said today.

It was him who wanted a relationship, and him again who wanted a breakup.