Chapter 2457: Chapter 2457: Sylvan Cheney, Get Lost!
This little child, soft and cuddly, he loved holding her, even though she drooled on his clothes, he, a neat freak, didn’t mind.
"Let me hold her one more time, the last time." Sylvan Cheney looked at Jasmine Yale.
There was a strange force inside him urging him to hold Little Clementine, the little one struggling desperately in the stroller captured all his attention, and his heart felt as if touched by a spring breeze.
The little girl seemed tired from crying; she stopped, looking at Sylvan Cheney with her big eyes.
He looked at her, and she looked at him.
Sylvan Cheney’s lips curled up, and he smiled.
The little one’s eyes were big, like Jasmine Yale’s.
He really liked this little girl.
Sylvan Cheney couldn’t control himself a bit, he bent down, attempting to lift the transparent cover on the stroller.
Suddenly, Jasmine Yale stepped forward, firmly pushing him away, standing in front of Little Clementine: "I told you, don’t touch her! Sylvan Cheney, get lost! And don’t use despicable means to get close to Little Clementine, don’t approach her anymore!"
"I didn’t mean anything!" Sylvan Cheney frowned.
"Is Erin Janus not willing to have a child for you? Let her have one! She’s pregnant now; it’s just a matter of a year; you can have a child of your own. Why persist in bothering my baby?"
"Is it necessary to do this?"
Jasmine Yale was unwilling to explain further; she pushed him away, pulled down the stroller’s cover, and pushed the baby towards the door.
Her whole body exuded coldness, like a hedgehog ready to prick anyone at any time.
Yet, her daughter was tightly protected under her, untouched by the wind or rain.
Sylvan Cheney’s brows were tightly furrowed, his lips pursed, he had never seen such a cold Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale opened the door, carefully pushing Little Clementine out.
Little Clementine was restless, constantly moving as if trying to damage the stroller.
As Jasmine Yale lowered her head, a man suddenly blocked her path, casting a shadow.
Jasmine Yale looked up at him.
He didn’t look at Jasmine Yale but at Sylvan Cheney behind her: "CEO, I just went to book the infant swimming package, shall we go now?"
Sylvan Cheney’s face was calm, he looked at Jasmine Yale’s back and said lightly, "No need, cancel it."
"Alright, CEO."
Jasmine Yale didn’t listen to their conversation anymore; she pushed Little Clementine out of the suite, walking down the secluded hallway.
All around was quiet, but Little Clementine’s cries were very loud.
"Little Clementine, don’t cry; mommy will buy you a Little Canary, okay? Be good, don’t cry." Jasmine Yale comforted her all the way, guessing she might miss the fluffy Little Canary.
The little one didn’t understand anything and kept crying.
Jasmine Yale was helpless.
The elevator arrived at the hotel lobby.
Butler Santana was waiting anxiously, and seeing Jasmine Yale, he quickly ran over: "Miss Yale, you’re finally back, are you alright?"
"I’m okay."
"What about Little Clementine? Is Little Clementine hurt? Did she bump into anything? Why is she still crying?" Butler Santana asked worriedly, looking at the stroller; the little one’s face was flushed red.
"She’s fine too; maybe she just wants a toy."
"Isn’t she hungry?"
"I just fed her some milk."
Butler Santana breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Little Clementine was alright, just glad.
She had been blaming herself, scolding herself many times while waiting for Jasmine Yale.
Thankfully, Little Clementine was safe and sound.
"Miss Yale, let’s go home."
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