BXBX NOVEL Chapter 342 - 342 How Can She Get Married Again
Chale Cheney, in his eyes, was more mature, obedient, and sensible than other kids.
Jasmine Yale really didn’t want to hurt him.
However, she remembered what Joe Heath had said last night.
“Why are you overflowing with Mother Teresa-like compassion again? He’s my older brother’s son, what does he have to do with you? Even without you for three years, didn’t my brother take care of him just fine? You, acting as if you’re an indispensable part of this? Do I need to snap you out of it with a harsh word?”
Sylvan Cheney’s son, what did he have to do with her?
She had lost her own baby, why should she put his son first?
Jasmine Yale grabbed her hair in distress.
Indeed, it was so conflicting, so painful.
Her heart was in a knot, causing an unbearable torment.
Sorrow and bitterness surged up.
Her head seemed about to explode…
Butler Santana noticed the pain written all over Jasmine Yale’s face, thinking he had spoken too harshly.
He hurriedly said: “Miss Yale, I’m sorry, if I’ve made you uncomfortable, just ignore what I said, I’m sorry.”
Butler Santana also knew that Jasmine Yale should have her own life.
She wasn’t even married yet, but she was so close to a child. People who didn’t know better might think she had ulterior motives and wanted to ingratiate herself with Mr. Cheney.
How could she get married afterward?
Butler Santana knew he should empathize with Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale looked up, shook her head lightly.
Her face pale and pained.
“No, I like little Chale, sometimes I think how good it would be if he were my son. But he’s not, and I’ll never be his mother. Which means, one day we’ll have to part ways. If such a day is to come, we’d better keep our distance.”
“Miss Yale, I understand your feelings, I won’t force you. I think Mr. Cheney wouldn’t pressure you either. But the young master is still small; can you care for him a bit more?”
Jasmine Yale was at a loss.
She hesitated and lingered.
Her heart fluctuated; it was a painful feeling.
She felt an acid sting in her nose and wanted to cry, she really wanted to…
She could care for little Chale, but when she lost her child, who was there to care for her?
When she lost her child, she spent a whole month in tears, hardly seeing anyone. She nearly sank into depression and committed suicide… Who cared for her then?
To whom could she pour out her sorrows?
Just as she opened her lips to speak, there was a knock on the door.
Thump, thump, thump –
The knocks were hard and urgent.
Jasmine Yale quickly stood up, rubbed her eyes, and collected herself.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me.” Joe Heath rushed over as quickly as he could.
He felt that Jasmine Yale’s voice wasn’t quite right and feared she might end up doing something drastic because of Peyenne Jones.
“Mr. Heath has arrived, I’ll take the young master back.” Butler Santana also stood up.
He led Chale Cheney out of the bedroom.
Chale Cheney looked at Jasmine Yale with his big eyes. There was reluctance in his gaze, but even more so, fear.
He didn’t dare get too close to Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale opened her mouth wide, unsure of what to do for a moment.
The little one looked at her a few times, then hung his head low, walking silently without saying a word.
Butler Santana opened the door.
Joe Heath, dressed in a grey casual sweater was standing outside, a worried look on his face.
Upon seeing Joe Heath, Chale Cheney hid behind Butler Santana in fear.
Joe Heath lowered his gaze to glance at the little one, frowning: “Why are you here again?”
“Mr. Heath, please don’t be like this. The young master just missed Miss Yale,” Butler Santana said, displeased.
Chale Cheney moved closer to Butler Santana, gripping onto the corners of her clothes tightly.