Jasmine looked up and met Chale Cheney's innocent, wide eyes.
His little hand pointed at a pancake not far away!
"I can't reach it..." Chale Cheney looked at her with a pitiful gaze.
Jasmine was completely taken aback; she had to admit that these two words were like a fatal blow to her.
It was as if someone had pricked the softest part of her heart, an indescribable feeling, both painful and sweet.
Her throat felt blocked; suddenly, she was unable to speak a word.
No one knew how much she longed for a baby of her own, cute and cuddly, able to hop, jump, and laugh.
Of course, a child who would call her "Mom."
Chale Cheney kept looking at her with those pitiful eyes.
He knew Jasmine liked it when he called her "Mom," even though he always wanted Jasy to be his wife.
Wuwu...
But he liked her, he would indulge her.
To like someone was to let them do whatever they wished, to agree with whatever they said.
Awoo!
Mom it is, then!
