BXBX NOVEL Chapter 354: Still Carrying a Child
Joe Heath saw Jasmine Yale’s expression in the mirror and looked ahead.
Oh, that was quite unexpected.
Things were getting interesting.
Yolanda Fern, dressed in a creamy-white coat, looked gentle. Her clothes, manners, and demeanor exuded the sophistication of a well-bred lady.
The morning wind stirred her long hair, soft and serene.
She was leading Chale Cheney by the hand towards the car.
Chale walked a few steps, then looked down at his feet.
“My shoelace came undone…”
Just as the little guy was about to bend down, Yolanda stopped him and crouched down herself.
“Aunt will tie it for you.”
Yolanda smiled at Chale Cheney, then bent her head to tie his shoelaces for him.
The little fellow looked somewhat embarrassed.
As Yolanda crouched, her raven-black hair fell around her shoulders, making her skin seem even fairer, enhancing her graceful beauty.
Soon, she had tied his laces for him.
She straightened Chale’s scarf, then patted his head.
“Chale, are you cold?” She patiently crouched before him.
The little guy shook his head: “I’m not cold.”
“Today, Aunt Yolanda will take you to kindergarten. I’ll pick you up in the evening after school, okay?”
“Hmm.” The little guy nodded obediently.
In a while, Sylvan Cheney emerged from the living room.
Apart from his tired expression, he looked no different from usual.
His cold face, steady stride, and the unfathomable deepness in his eyes.
“Aunt will make you a delicious meal tonight, be good in school,” Yolanda patiently told the little guy.
“Let’s go.” Sylvan Cheney came over and commanded curtly.
“Daddy, will you also take me to kindergarten…”
Chale looked up pleadingly at Sylvan Cheney.
Yolanda stood up, brushed the hair from her face, and smilingly said, “Mr. Cheney, shall we go together?”
The little fellow’s large eyes were filled with anticipation and reluctance.
He tugged at Sylvan Cheney.
Dad hadn’t taken him to school in a long time.
Sylvan Cheney rubbed his brow, “Mm.”
Chale Cheney immediately brightened and started acting cute with Sylvan Cheney.
“Daddy, give me a hug. Baby hasn’t hugged you in a long time.”
The little guy rubbed against Sylvan Cheney, his little hands fluttering about on his trousers.
“Don’t push your luck,” Sylvan Cheney glared at him.
“…” Uh oh.
Chale Cheney quickly grabbed Sylvan Cheney’s hand, fearing that Elder Cheney would change his mind.
Yolanda walked by their side, holding Chale Cheney’s other hand.
The sunlight poured down, like shards of jade.
In the nearby Porsche, Jasmine Yale’s fingers were trembling, her long eyelashes fluttering violently.
Her eyelid was thumping non-stop.
Her heart felt like it had been pierced by a knife, blood gushed out instantly.
She stared in front, her eyes forgetting to blink.
The scene before her eyes seemed to overlap with a portion of a dream she once had.
Not long ago, she had a dream.
In the dream, she stood all alone on the road, watching the back figure of a family.
The man was Sylvan Cheney, she couldn’t make out the woman and the child… just like now, they held hands, a family.
The only difference was, in the dream, the woman was pregnant.
The door of the Rolls-Royce opened, and Yolanda, holding Chale, seated herself inside.
Sylvan Cheney also got in shortly after.
The car door closed, and the car left the Cheney Residence.
Soon, the entrance of the Cheney Residence had quietened down, with just a few servants walking about.
Meanwhile, Jasmine Yale’s gaze was still fixed on the original spot, for a long time, she did not draw her gaze away.
On her way here, she had imagined many scenarios, but… none of them were like this..