When Butler Santana pushed the door open, he happened to see Chale Cheney snuggling up to Jasmine Yale, napping.
Although it was raining outside and the sky was gloomy, it was cozy and warm inside the house.
Jasmine Yale held a comic book in one hand and gently rubbed Chale Cheney's head with the other.
This position probably made the little guy very comfortable, as he dozed off and slept on Jasmine Yale's lap.
Butler Santana stood at the door watching for quite a while.
Miss Yale truly was an ideal wife and mother; even the scene made her feel warm.
Butler Santana had met countless people, and she could see that Jasmine Yale's affection for Chale Cheney was heartfelt, different from Yolanda Fern, Lana Fern, and other women.
"Mom," the little guy mumbled in his sleep, hugging Jasmine Yale's leg tightly.
Jasmine Yale's heart gave a slight throb, and she looked down.
Her gaze fell on the little guy's rosy cheeks, and her heart fluttered.
