Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 606: Chapter 606: Only a Hug can Ward Off the Cold

Her footsteps came to a sudden halt!

As she looked ahead, she saw Chale Cheney!

The little guy was still wearing the black wool coat he had on when he left that morning, and underneath was the sweater she had knitted for him.

The little one was sitting on the ground, looking up at her.

Oversized dewy eyes, long black lashes, an innocent little face.

Not far from the child, there lay a body!

The kidnapper had been shot, killed with one precise shot.

Blood was everywhere, the air was filled with a dizzying scent of blood, carried everywhere by the wind.

Jasmine Yale ran over in terror, and with a burst of strength she didn’t know she had, she scooped Little Chale off the ground!

She held him tightly in her arms!

Tears began to pour out, and she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Little Chale, are you okay, are you okay?” she asked anxiously.

Chale Cheney reached out with his tiny, soft fingers and wiped away Jasmine Yale’s tears, his big eyes innocent and pure.

“Baby is fine.”

“Did you get hurt anywhere? Tell Jasy, were you scared?”

Jasmine Yale was terrified, but Little Chale was still a child.

He must have been scared, right?

“No, no.” The little guy shook his head, “Someone protected Baby.”

“Who? Baby, were you not scared?” Jasmine Yale was still scared, her voice trembling.

Not far away lay a bloody body, the little guy must be terrified.

“Uh, not scared, Jasy, don’t cry.”

The little one, as if nothing had happened, was comforting Jasmine Yale.

He didn’t realize how vulnerable his Jasy was.

That she could cry.

Jasmine Yale was clinging onto his warm little hand, terrified of losing him again.

She was even beginning to doubt if this was a dream, but the little one’s hand was so soft, it wasn’t a dream.

She wasn’t dreaming.

Had this little guy gotten used to living life on the edge with Sylvan Cheney that he didn’t seem to be scared at all?

Or had he grown accustomed to it already at his tender age?

Or perhaps, had he inherited Sylvan Cheney’s bravery?

While she was scared to death, the little guy was acting as if nothing had happened.

Would this little guy surpass his father, Sylvan Cheney, in bravery when he grew up?

Jasmine Yale felt a sense of bitter amusement.

“Jasy, don’t cry. Baby is heartbroken, heartbroken.” Chale Cheney wiped her tears away.

“Are you really not scared? Hm?” Jasmine Yale asked.

“Not scared, it’s just really cold here!” Chale Cheney snuggled into Jasmine Yale’s arms, “I need a hug to feel warm.”

Jasmine Yale held him in her arms, smiling, “Hug, Jasy will hug you.”

Not until this moment, when she had him fully wrapped in her arms, did her heart finally calm down.

Still, there was a sour taste in her throat.

The little one was still so small, why had he experienced so much?

She felt heartbroken for him as well.

“Need a kiss.”

Chale Cheney lay his head on Jasmine Yale’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around her neck.

He looked at Jasmine Yale seriously, his large eyes full of expectancy!

“You little rascal, aren’t you?” Jasmine Yale smiled.

“No, I’m not.” Chale Cheney understood what that word meant.

Bad word!

While Jasmine Yale wasn’t paying attention, he first planted a kiss on her neck!

Ah, Jasy smells nice.

Likes it.

He really, really liked it.

Jasmine Yale felt ticklish, hugging him as she prepared to leave this place.

“Little Chale, you need to be good. You have no idea how scared Jasy was, thinking something had happened to you.” Jasmine Yale was a little dazed.

“Baby is fine.” Chale Cheney reassured her once more, “Jasy, don’t be scared.”