Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 372: Waiting for the Wind to Blow, Waiting for Your Return

Sylvan Cheney didn’t say anything, but stepped over and sat next to him.

The little guy was even more bemused!

Elder Cheney seemed quite different today!

Father and son sat shoulder to shoulder on the chair, Chale Cheney swayed his short little legs.

His mood was buoyant!

As he looked up, the endless sky and stars were in sight.

It was open, silent and profound.

Sylvan Cheney subconsciously went to take out his cigarette box, but he restrained himself thinking about Chale Cheney around.

“Dad, it would be nice if Jasy was here.” The little guy puffed out his cheeks.

He missed her so much.

Even though Uncle Heath said Jasy would have her own baby in the future and wouldn’t need him, he still liked her.

He wondered why.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t speak up, and Chale Cheney continued to speak—-

“If Jasy was here, I would let her sit next to me.”

“Hmm?” Sylvan Cheney frowned, giving him an unhappy look.

The little guy looked obedient and well-behaved in his beige sweater.

“Because Jasy smells so good! Jasy doesn’t drink!”

The little guy giggled mischievously and glanced at Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney felt a sense of being disliked.

After laughing for a while, the little guy’s head drooped again, he leaned towards Sylvan Cheney and laid his head on Elder Cheney’s thigh.

“Dad, I miss Jasy so much…”

A whimpering and discomfort crept into his babyish voice.

“If I get first place in the mid-term exam, can I see her?” Chale Cheney asked.

“Hmm.”

Sylvan Cheney didn’t know how to answer him.

He had never been good at coaxing children or women.

“Then I’m sure I will get first place, the teacher says I’m doing well.” The little guy boasted proudly, “If I get first place, I’ll be able to see Jasy.”

Sylvan Cheney patted his head, his deep and profound eyes sparkling slightly.

Father and son sat shoulder to shoulder.

Chale Cheney chattered on, Sylvan Cheney listened without a word.

One was innocently adorable, the other was steady as a mountain.

Their faces were a like split image of each other.

When Chale Cheney was happy, he would jump into Sylvan’s arms. Sylvan

Cheney would just furrow his brow, but he never pushed him away.

The stars shone brightly, the sky ink-black.

Perhaps due to Sylvan Cheney’s wide and sturdy chest, the little guy soon fell asleep in his arms.

His breath was smooth and steady, his face beaming with happiness.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t leave immediately, his sharp eyes staring off into the distance.

Under the veil of night, his handsome and profound face was covered with a thin layer of cool.

Not sure how long he sat there, but just as he was about to carry Chale Cheney back

He heard the sound of wind chimes.

The wind chime sound was intermittent, but extremely clear and pleasing.

As he walked over, Sylvan Cheney saw the Japanese-style wind chime hanging outside the purple window curtain.

There was a note under the wind chime.

The note contained six words: Waiting for the wind, waiting for you to return.

Sylvan Cheney’s fingers caressed the note, feeling as if a block of ice in his chest was melting away.

Chale Cheney woke up, saw the wind chime as he opened his eyes, and mumbled: “Jasy bought it.”

It was like him talking in his sleep, after saying that he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Sylvan Cheney looked down, his gaze falling on the little guy’s face.

With a slight smile, he carried him back to the room.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Sylvan Cheney had Joe Heath’s phone in his hand and opened the contact list silently.

Jasmine Yale wasn’t asleep yet, she was busy preparing materials for work tomorrow.

The phone rang, and when she saw it was from Joe Heath, she answered:

“Hello, why are you calling me so late?”