Chale Cheney was persuaded and nodded while holding his phone, "Jasy is very good to Little Chale..."
Jasmine Yale was amused by his childlike words, "Who else would Jasy be good to if not Little Chale? Little Chale is Jasy's little cutie, little baby."
On the other end, a bashful voice said, "Jasy, I love you."
"Jasy loves Little Chale too. Alright, give me a kiss, go home safely, and we'll see each other tonight." Jasmine Yale kissed Chale Cheney over the phone.
Whenever she thought of the little guy, Jasmine Yale's heart would soften instantly, her mind flooded with images of the little one bouncing around. She still vividly remembers the first time they met.
Back then, the little guy carried a backpack with a big yellow duck, standing short on the other side of the street, happily calling her "Jasy" over and over, and wanting to cuddle with her to sleep.
After hanging up, Jasmine Yale looked up flights to Lonton.
