Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 592: Chapter 592: Elder Cheney Doesn’t Allow Him to Act Spoiled

In the afternoon, Joe Heath brought a small red envelope to visit Chale Cheney.

Chale Cheney happily received Joe Heath’s New Year’s red envelope, talking non-stop while sitting in the car with Joe Heath.

Joe Heath took them to watch movies, eat meals, and go shopping together.

Sometimes, Jasmine Yale would sit on one side and watch the two of them.

Although Chale Cheney was especially thrilled and got along well with Joe Heath, Jasmine knew that in Chale Cheney’s heart there was only one father, who was his own Elder Cheney.

In his eyes, even if Elder Cheney had many shortcomings and bad temper, he was the only one.

Jasmine Yale had not yet figured out how to tell the little guy the cruel truth.

Too harsh.

Too ruthless.

Just like when she was eight years old, she couldn’t believe the news of her mother’s death either.

She decided to be a little more selfish, to keep putting it off as long as possible.

She loved the little guy’s innocent smile, she didn’t want to see him cry, not at all.

For dinner, they booked at the Golden Pill Pavilion.

The grand and luxurious restaurant was a place for the elite and celebrities.

Many families booked their Lunar New Year’s Eve dinner and reunion dinners here, and so did Joe Heath.

“This place has many local Landon dishes. Even though I know you’re tired of them, Chale Cheney definitely hasn’t tried them yet. I’ll take him to taste them,” said Joe Heath.

“Elder Heath, when did you become so patient? To the point of understanding a child’s thoughts?”

Jasmine Yale was really looking at him with new eyes.

“Well, I have no choice. Who can resist when Chale Cheney is so adorable, and you’re even cuter,” Joe Heath joked.

“Just make sure Little Chale eats well, I don’t have much appetite.”

“Don’t be like that. It’s a new year, so eat and have fun. No matter what happens, aren’t I still here?” Joe Heath said seriously.

“Uncle Heath, what secret are you whispering with Jasy?” Chale Cheney curiously tilted his little face upward.

Joe Heath immediately stopped talking.

Jasmine Yale laughed a bit, “Your Uncle Heath was asking me what you would like to eat.”

“Do they have shrimp?”

“Yes, they do!” Joe Heath pinched his small face.

The feeling of softness in his hand was too good.

“My dad will peel the shrimp for me!” Chale Cheney chimed in first.

“Uh…” Joe Heath was embarrassed, he had never peeled shrimp for anyone, but he went all out anyway, “then Uncle Heath will peel them for you.”

“Then Uncle Heath peels for me, and I’ll peel for Jasy.”

In truth, Elder Cheney wouldn’t peel shrimp for him.

Elder Cheney didn’t allow him to act spoiled.

Nor did he permit raising him in a spoiled way.

Heck, he didn’t even let Butler Santana spoil him.

With their conversation continuing, they entered the private room.

Joe Heath had booked a cozy small private room, elegantly decorated with floral wallpaper and several landscape paintings hung on the wall.

Even the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were a warm color.

“Order a bit less. Children eat less,” Jasmine Yale suggested.

She wouldn’t be able to eat much either.

Her appetite had never fully recovered. Whatever she ate tasted bland, without much flavor.

“No problem, just eat to your heart’s content,” Joe Heath began to order on a tablet.

“Jasy, I have to go to the bathroom.”

Chale Cheney jumped off his chair.

“Do you want Jasy to accompany you? Hmm?” Jasmine Yale coaxed him.

“No, no, I’m not a baby anymore.”

“Okay, be careful, alright!”

“Okay!”

Chale Cheney dashed to the door, turned the doorknob, and ran straight towards the bathroom.

The private room was very warm, but it was a bit cold at the corridor’s entrance.

Cold wind blew in from a small window.

As Chale Cheney walked on, “thump” ——

He bumped into a man dressed in a gray coat!

“Hmm hmm.” Chale Cheney rubbed his little head.

Pitying himself.