Chapter 126: Our Chaley


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    This was his first time visiting a domestic amusement park!


    He was so happy. There were children everywhere, so many people.


    He was about to run off when Jasmine Yale hurriedly grabbed his hand: “Little Chale, no running off.”


    “Jasy.” Chale Cheney tilted his little face upward, “you take me to y.”


    “Sure, but you have to behave, no running off. Do you hear me?”


    “Uh-huh.” Chale Cheney nodded fervently, “Jasy, let’s buy a lollipop first, okay?”


    “No, it’ll rot your teeth.”


    “You sound just like my dad.” Chale Cheney pouted, “Then let’s get an ice cream cone.”


    “That’s not allowed either, the ice cream is too cold, it might give you a tummy ache.”


    The little one was rather obedient, only pouting for a moment.


    “Then Jasy, let me give you a kiss.” Chale Cheney tilted his head up.


    “Alright.” Jasmine Yaleughed, the little one was quite easy to appease.


    She bent down, and Chale Cheney gave her a kiss. Away they went, hopping and skipping inside.


    The two of them chatted as they walked,pletely ignoring Sylvan Cheney.


    Sylvan Cheney trailed behind them, staying silent and simply watching them.


    “Jasy, let’s go on the pirate ship.” Chale Cheney decided.


    “We can y, but you have to be good. No running around or moving about. Be careful.” Jasmine Yale stated seriously.


    “I know, I’m a good boy.”


    “Yes, our little Chale is a good boy!”


    “Yes!”


    Sylvan Cheney’s lips curled up in amusement, our little Chale?


    Even though it was still morning and the park had just opened, there were already many people inside.


    Each attraction was filled with people ying, being a sunny Saturday the park was exceptionally busy.


    Sylvan Cheney had nothing to worry about, he had already arranged for Charles McIntosh to have bodyguards stationed at various corners.


    The amusement park was vast, filled with all sorts of interesting knick-knacks and fun decorations.


    Chale Cheney would stop every few steps to y for a bit.


    Jasmine Yale was very patient, apanying him.


    She took a lot of photos of little Chale, himughing, squatting, hopping about.


    Every single one of them was particrly endearing.


    Once they got to the pirate ship, little Chale especially liked the big pirate and had Jasmine take lots of photos of him.


    “Jasay, I want a group photo.” The little one called out.


    Uh… A group photo.


    Jasmine Yale had no choice but to walk over to Sylvan Cheney: “Mr. Cheney, could you take a photo of Little Chale and me, please?”


    Sylvan Cheney lowered his voice, “You’re ignoring me all the way here?”


    Jasmine Yale turned around to leave, “If you want to take the photo, take it, if not I’ll find someone else.”


    Sylvan Cheney’s expression fell, he grabbed her wrist, snatched her phone, andmanded coldly, “Go stand over there!”


    Jasmine Yale rolled her eyes and decided to take what she could get.


    She and Little Chale stood together, and Chale Cheney happily wrapped his arms around her neck.


    Sylvan Cheney took several photos for them.


    After the photos were taken, Jasmine Yale nned to take Little Chale inside.


    But, the little one grabbed her hand, “Jasy, I still want to take a photo with Uncle Cheney.”


    “Oh, then let me take a photo for you.”


    “No, together.” The little one wouldn’t let her go.


    Jasmine Yale looked into the innocent eyes of the little one, and she couldn’t bear to refuse.


    But take a photo with Sylvan Cheney?


    She had never taken any photos with Sylvan Cheney before!


    Not even one!


    He was a person who hated taking photos. Jasmine Yale nced at him, thinking he would definitely refuse.


    Unexpectedly, Sylvan Cheney just handed his phone to a passerby nearby: “Could you take a picture of the three of us, please? Thank you..”