Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 757 - : Always Staring at Elder Cheney’s Hand

Chapter 757: Chapter 757: Always Staring at Elder Cheney’s Hand

“She was eventually pulled down by the little guy.

Her heart was softly undulating…

She had no resistance to this child, and indeed, was addicted to his scent.

Chale Cheney intentionally didn’t call for Sylvan Cheney, seeing as he upset Jasy.

He could sense that Jasy wasn’t too pleased.

The servants quickly served a table full of dishes, and Chale Cheney continued to put Jasmine Yale’s favorite foods in her bowl.

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The little guy kept introducing the dishes to Jasmine Yale.

Chale Cheney sat close to Jasmine Yale, their heads together, utterly intimate.

Jasmine Yale didn’t eat much and ate slowly.

“Little Chale, no picking and choosing, eat more.”

“I know, I won’t be picky. Jasy, can baby peel you some shrimp?” The little guy pointed at the garlic steamed shrimp on the table.

Without waiting for Jasmine Yale to respond, the little guy picked up a shrimp with his hand and placed it in the bowl.

“Hey, Jasy will do it herself.”

There was no way Jasmine Yale would let the little guy peel the shrimp for her. His hands were so tender; what if he hurt them?

Chale Cheney covered the bowl with his hand and firmly shook his head: “Nope, give baby the chance to show off.”

“Little guy, don’t be naughty. If you continue, Jasy will stop eating.” Jasmine Yale pretended to scare him, “Behave, Jasy will peel them herself.”

The little guy immediately made a face of grievance, looking incredibly aggrieved.

She didn’t even give him a little chance…

“I’ll do it.”

A low, rich voice sounded above their heads.

Following that, there was the familiar scent of Agarwood Fragrance.

Jasmine Yale’s hand paused, but she didn’t look up, she withdrew her gaze, and her pupils reflected a blurry gloss and vitality.

Upon hearing Elder Cheney’s voice, Chale Cheney lifted up his little face.

Sylvan Cheney pulled out a chair and sat down opposite them, calm and composed.

He rolled up the sleeves of his grey thin-knit sweater, showed no particular expression, and merely picked up a shrimp from the plate.

Chale Cheney blinked his big eyes, registering Elder Cheney intently.

In Lonton, he had never seen Elder Cheney peeling shrimp.

Because Elder Cheney didn’t like shrimp…

But after arriving in Landon, he had seen Elder Cheney peel shrimp several times, but only for one person – Jasy.

He too loved shrimp, but why didn’t he ever peel any for him?

He was still a baby.

Still a baby!

Jasmine Yale froze for a moment, then lowered her head and continued to eat her rice.

She did not have much of an appetite.

Sylvan Cheney’s brow was furrowed as he peeled the shrimp; his actions were exceptionally adept, and his long and fair fingers were stained with broth.

Within the space of a few seconds, he had peeled a shrimp.

Chale Cheney stared at the pearly white shrimp meat with envious eyes.

He so wanted to eat it.

However, predictably…

The shrimp meat was thrown by Elder Cheney into Jasy’s bowl.

“Eat it.” Sylvan Cheney casually commanded.

Subsequently, he picked up another shrimp from the plate.

The shrimp meat fell into Jasmine Yale’s bowl of white rice, and she looked at it blankly, somewhat at a loss.

The tip of her heart was tinged with an indescribable flavor, gradually spreading out like water grass, winding tightly around her heart.

The pace of her breathing increased.

Her gaze had been fixed on the shrimp meat in the bowl for a long time, she had been dazed for a while without moving her gaze.

When Sylvan Cheney had thrown a second shrimp into her bowl, she moved her chopsticks.

She handed the white and tender shrimp meat to the little guy who had always been watching Sylvan Cheney.

“Here, don’t you love shrimp? Go on, eat more.” Jasmine Yale said with a smile while looking at the little guy.

Chale Cheney had been yearning for the shrimps for a long time, his gaze had been fixed on Elder Cheney’s hand.

Daddy’s hand was very beautiful, and daddy’s shrimp looked even more beautiful.”