Chapter 337: That Brat is very Naughty

Butler Santana's voice was filled with urgency.

After Chale Cheney woke up and couldn't find Jasmine Yale, he started looking everywhere for her.

He's been calling out "Jasy", "Jasy" until now and refuses to go back to sleep.

"Butler Santana," sighed Jasmine Yale, "Could you please soothe him?"

It's not like she can be with the little one forever.

She had thought about distancing herself from him several times, but she always backed down.

She had no idea how long this situation would continue on and off.

Joe Heath, who was driving, casually spoke four words: "cut off when necessary."

Butler Santana could only nod: "Alright, I'll get the young master to sleep, good night, Miss Yale."

"Good night."

Jasmine hung up the phone.

There's an added touch of confusion and gloom on her face, coupled with a sense of loss.

Why did fate arrange for the little one to meet her?