"No, Little Chale is the best." Jasmine Yale tried to soothe him.
"So, do you like Elder Cheney?" As Chale Cheney asked, he looked at her full of expectation.
Jasmine Yale looked into the innocent, teary eyes of the child, not wanting to let him down.
She smiled, "Yes, I do. Is that okay?"
"Wow!" Chale Cheney was thrilled, really thrilled, "I knew Baby knew that Jasy likes Elder Cheney, Elder Cheney also likes Jasy."
Listening to the childish words of the little boy, Jasmine Yale felt a little sad.
Her eyes reddened and her nose tingled.
This innocent little one, she couldn't bear to hurt.
His cheerful personality must have come from his mother. Free and easy, just perfect.
"Little Chale, where did Butler Santana go?" Jasmine Yale asked.
"I don't know." Chale Cheney shook his head, "Daddy is not at home, Baby doesn't want to go back. I'm not happy with Aunt Yolanda anymore, why does she have to lie to Baby?"
Chale Cheney was getting a little angry.